Yesterday was a holiday in Tanzania called “Nane Nane”. First, a quick lesson in swahili. Nane Nane is pronounced “Nah-Nay Nah-Nay” and it means “eight eight”. Nane Nane is always held on August 8th (the 8th day of the 8th month, thus the name Nane Nane). This day is meant to celebrate the farmers of Tanzania and their contribution to the Tanzanian economy. There are festivals and fairs around the country, and also, more importantly, mom had the day off work.
Last year, mom and Aunt Amanda went to the Nane Nane festival, but they thought it would be too overwhelming for me, what with all the people, so instead, to celebrate Nane Nane, mom, Aunt Amanda, mom’s friend Sue, and I decided to take a nice long hike around Mwanza. We met up with Sue around 5 in the afternoon and set off on our hike.
Off we go!
Most days mom and I do the same loop around Isamilo for our run, so our Nane Nane hike was super exciting for me because I got to see so many new neighborhoods, people, and animals. For example, I got to see my most favorite animal: the cow!
Baby cow, woohoo!
There were tons of children who were excited to see me all along the hike. Each one screamed, “doggie” or “mbwa” and ran after us to see how beautiful I was. Sometimes, Sue would tell them I was a cat just to confuse them, which I thought was really funny since most people are already confused about me anyway.
We hiked up a big hill, followed by an entourage of children. Once at the top, we had a fabulous view of Lake Victoria. So of course, we decided to pose for some photos with the children. Mom also let them touch me since most of the children are afraid of dogs and aren’t used to seeing a dog as clean as me. Plus, I’ve got the most beautiful fur in the world!
Getting petted by all the children
Top of the hill, with a bunch of children
Side note: Mom better bathe me when we get home because that’s a lot of dirty hands touching me!
Once we got over the top of the hill, it was time to make our way back down into the neighborhood of Bwiru. But not before we got to see some of the magnificent rocks for which Mwanza is known. Now I understand why Mwanza is known as Rock City!
Rock City, Represent!
By the end of our hike, it was starting to get dark so we were treated to some gorgeous views of the famous African sunset.
Nane Nane, until next year…