I recently went on a rather nostalgic trip to Tanzania to climb Kilimanjaro (an epic tale told elsewhere). Let me be clear, it wasn’t nostalgic because I’d climbed the mountain so many times before! The truth is, I really like Uganda. It’s a country with a dark and violent past where (for the most part) people have chosen reconciliation over judgment and much about the nation and its people fascinate me. But I LOVE Tanzania, perhaps because I speak the language, I can interact on a different level, joking and teasing. Undoubtedly it is because I spend a very formative year of my life there. Immersed in Tanzanian food, culture, language and families. I will forever think their elephants are larger, their hearts are bigger and their language more beautiful. There’s no questions I’ve left a chunk of my heart there. The nuances of Ugandan work culture and language are to some extent wasted on me. Tanzania was my first African love, I can’t help it!
I miss Tz.
