I’ve officially lived in Tanzania for longer than I’ve lived in the US. Just because I was born in the US doesn’t mean that I’m not Tanzanian, in fact I don’t really remember life in the States at all. What I DO know is life in Africa, whether it’s eating mishkaki, driving through game parks, or having a house girl, all I really know is the Tanzanian way of life. Therefore, I feel like it’s about time the Tanzanian Government issue me my very own Tanzanian passport. I’ll be waiting…
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There’s not many things I like more than a good walk, especially here in Tanzania where I get to see so many interesting things while I’m outside.
Usually mom and I go for a walk around our neighborhood (called Isamilo) around 5 in the afternoon, just before it starts to get dark. Today, I said hello to our Masai and he took a photo of me and mom before we left for our walk.
Once out of our gate (you HAVE to have a gate around your whole house in Tanzania just to be safe) we turn right and walk down the dirt road. Then we get onto an even smaller dirt path and continue on to climb up some stairs over a stream. I usually like to pee on things as we go so that everyone knows I was there. Today, there was a man next to the stream, I barked at him because I didn’t know him and then I peed on a tree just to show him who was boss.
When we get to a fork in the road, we turn right again and walk past Isamilo International School. I usually see a lot of kids there and they yell at me and laugh and make weird barking noises too. They need to grow up! I’m just a small dog, JEEZ!
Once we’re past the school, again we turn right onto another long dirt road.
There’s a special spot on this road where there’s usually a lot of lizards and I love watching them and chasing them since we don’t have anything like them in Ithaca, where I grew up. Today, we saw a whole bunch of different types of lizards hanging out together at their normal spot, EXCITING!
After we got home, I made mom look up this cool, colorful lizard and she says it’s called a Rainbow Agama lizard.
Once we get to the end of the long dirt road, we pass a place called Corner Bar, which is basically just a shack on the corner where people gather to eat mishkaki and drink beer or soda. Then we walk down a busier road where there are women selling fruits and vegetables. It’s here that I get a lot of cat-calls (or maybe I should call them dog-calls). Today, a group of children giggled at me, then a man walked past and said “mbwa?” and a pair of middle-aged ladies just stared and laughed outright.
At this point, I’m getting excited to get back inside where people aren’t always laughing and pointing, and then…I SEE MY HOUSE!
This is when mom finally lets go of my leash and I can run as fast as I want. I always go straight to my gate like a good boy (usually stopping to pee on a plant just so that everyone knows that this is MY house!)
See, walking is super awesome, and I’m quite the spectacle for others too.
Last week, mom was super frustrated with Mwanza, so she decided that we needed to get out of town. I am always up for an adventure and I love exploring Tanzania, so she decided that we would drive North towards Kenya and visit the town of Musoma on the shore of Lake Victoria. Since we were hitching a ride with mom’s friend Marcel, we had to go to the border post of Sirari first, which also happens to be the very first place I ever went potty in Tanzania! Oh, the memories!
I’d also like to give a shout out to the awesome humans at Masafa Classic Hotel in Sirari. So many times in Africa, I’ve gotten my feelings hurt because people are scared of me or they just don’t like doggies, however the people at Masafa welcomed me with open arms.
I really recommend this place for lunch if you’re passing through Sirari. Our waiter was called Jackson (or maybe it was Franklin, or possibly some other dead US President’s name) and he treated me with so much respect. I was on my best behavior, sitting quietly in mom’s lap as she ordered and waited for the food. Mom ordered a special meal of mishkaki for me (see my previous post on mishkaki for an explanation) and Jackson made sure to ask questions so he got my order just right (well-done. no spices, PLEASE!). No one at the restaurant ran away from me in fear and some people even stopped to pet me on the head 🙂 When Jackson brought my meal, it smelled so good that I ate it as quickly as I possibly could. Yummy, mishkaki!
Before we left the restaurant, Jackson asked if he could take my photo with his mobile phone. I was so honored, I’ll never forget him and hopefully I’ll get the chance to visit again before my African adventure is over.
After Sirari, we were on our way to Musoma. The people there were very friendly to mom, but as usual, they were all really scared of me. I still can’t figure this out because everyone says I’m so cute and lovable, and I have tiny teeth too! Anyway, mom was determined to show people that I was a different type of dog than they were used to. At one place, she took me out of the car to where a bunch of little children were playing. Children are my favorite because they’re young and carefree like me, plus they’re sized much better for me. The kids were scared at first, but I think they could see how much my mom loved me. She told them my name and where I came from and promised that I wouldn’t bite. Eventually, some of the braver kids started to pet me on my head. I felt so happy to finally be accepted by Tanzanians and so now my grand plan is to teach kids about puppies and how we can be nice. I’m excited about my new Tanzania mission, I think I’ll call it “Mpende Mbwa“!
Reason #1: Today I ate mishkaki in an alley
And for all you people who don’t know what mishkaki is, I’ll explain. Mishkaki is basically roasted meat on a stick, except that the cooking-man was nice enough to take my meat off the stick so I didn’t hurt myself.
Here’s a picture my mom found of real mishkaki: