Being a mzungu

I’ve never been a racial minority before. Now, I want to be clear that I’m using the word ‘minority’ with a small ‘m’ not a big one. I’m not at all suggesting that my experience in Tanzania is in any way similar to the experience of oppressed minorities in developed countries. Nevertheless, white people in Tanzania are statistically a racial minority. We’re something different. When … Continue reading Being a mzungu

Searching for an Arushan waterfall

I didn’t realize I was going to climb a mountain on Saturday. I knew I was going to find a waterfall, but I didn’t realize what that would entail. When I met my guides, I quickly realized that the waterfall was in fact 4 hours uphill away from the city. Ezekiel and Goodluck, two Maasai men from a village near Arusha guided myself, Emanuela and … Continue reading Searching for an Arushan waterfall