Yes, I went to Moshi, Tanzania for two weeks during our school’s intersession, and I didn’t climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. In my defense, I wasn’t really prepared for such a physically challenging feat.
However, what I did get to do:
– Saw baby zebras at the Ngorongoro Conservation Area.
– Got my glasses stolen by a very curious toddler.
– Dug a foundation for a new school building and carried surprisingly heavy buckets of cement under the intense Tanzanian heat (Important: Keep hydrated, always).
– Hiked the Pare Mountains range (did I mention that I was very out of shape?).
– Slept in a tent with a leak through a rainy night.
– Crossed over to the Kenyan side of Lake Chala.
– Saw a production of Oliver! at the International School Moshi, in which little children were dressed up as food during a very nice rendition of Food, Glorious Food.
– Met the Maasai and chatted inside their homes.
– Decided that cornrows with my short hair wasn’t a good look.
– Most importantly, got sunburnt for the first time in my life (Ouch!).
“How was Tanzania?”, asked my parents.
“I didn’t climb Kilimanjaro”, I replied, “but I’m definitely going to someday.”