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West coast…best coast?

West coast…best coast?

Today we decided to travel to Galway. Well, technically, yesterday evening we decided to travel to Galway. We’ll stay here for a few nights and use it as a jumping off point for a few destinations in the area before heading south.  I was admittedly anxious about picking up our…

 

The Irish in WWII

The Irish in WWII

Before I start today’s post, I wanted to interrupt myself with a brief historical item for discussion. (John, if you’re reading this—which I hope you are, accompanied by a nice glass of red—I wonder whether the wheels of your mind are already turning…) Yesterday we wandered Dublin, which is really…

 

Made it!!!

Made it!!!

It still feels a little surreal—to be in Ireland, finally on the other side of a trip that I’ve been planning for years.  And for a short while there, I was afraid we wouldn’t make it. Here’s a list of the #firstworldproblems that we had to overcome: Disabled train (Red…

 

Feeling at home

Feeling at home

My contract got extended and I will stay until April, which is amazing. My brother has been visiting me for 3 weeks, we had a great time and my little homesickness got cured. Furthermore I realized how amazing my life … Continue reading

 

Feeling at home

Feeling at home

My contract got extended and I will stay until April, which is amazing. My brother has been visiting me for 3 weeks, we had a great time and my little homesickness got cured. Furthermore I realized how amazing my life … Continue reading

 

Blister Beetle Dermatitis

Blister Beetle Dermatitis

It’s Sunday morning. I’m enjoying a nice lie in (as the Brits say), watching the sun filter in through my mosquito net and catching up on some of the Master of Rome series (almost done Book V, baby!). I roll over to get my glasses, and notice a small tick-like…

 

What happens to Tanzanians when thieves steal their stuff?

What happens to Tanzanians when thieves steal their stuff?

Amina surprised me by kissing me on the lips when she greeted me yesterday. Normally Tanzanians shake hands (in a complicated secret-handshake kind of way). They don’t hug, as evidenced by Gudila (one of the dadas who works at Mama Luce’s, my go-to neighbourhood breakfast joint) asking me who the…

 

And Sometimes Extremists Hack Your Blog

And Sometimes Extremists Hack Your Blog

Well, that was fun. Roman emailed me the other day with a screenshot of my website, asking if there was some joke—instead of a little blog about my thoughts on life and social enterprise in Tanzania, a DOS-command-prompt-from-circa-1995-looking screen greeted me instead. Thanks to some help from Scott (love you! and…

 

How many goats?

How many goats?

Why don’t you bring more American woman here? –I can’t promise that they’d want to come. Tell them how many goats we have. There are so many goats. –Ronan, a Tanzanian at breakfast (who is right about the goats…ladies…)

 

What A Four-Winged Insect Teaches Us about Architecture

What A Four-Winged Insect Teaches Us about Architecture

‘Habari ya jioni!’ Good evening! I called to Filimani, our askari (guard), through the window as he patrolled the perimeter of the house. ‘Salama! Habari, Lulu?’ Peaceful. What’s new with you, Lulu? he replied. ‘Salama kapisa. O! Nina shida kwa nyuki… Subiri kidogo.’ Completely peaceful. O, I have a problem…

 
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