Christmas Trees in Tanzania

This weekend, heavy clouds mercifully blocked the scorching sun and we spent Sunday morning washing clothes in the hotel room, hanging them everywhere until the room looked like a refugee tent.  Then we decided to go for a walk while it was cool outside.   We headed out of the Morogoro hotel uphill into the Forest Hill neighborhood, known as the “safest” area of town.  A young man in a t-shirt and religious skull cap passed us and I said “Jambo”, hello.  He replied the greeting then robbed Andrea.

He ripped her cell phone from her pocket and sprinted down the road into the woods.  I gave chase but he was too fast.  Once he entered the woods, I gave it up, not knowing what would await me there.  It’s not really worth risking getting stabbed just for a cell phone. [Read more →]

Just after the election, Andrea and I will fly 38 hours to East Africa and our new home in Tanzania.  Stay tuned for more details.