Well, thanks to my father politely urging (guilt-ing) me into blogging once again - I am back to say hello! I am sorry it has been so long! I've been happily living my life traveling all over Tanzania, and doing a million things! It would be impossible for me to update you on everything - I've been extremely busy in Dar and have done quite a bit of traveling for Roots & Shoots (apparently the most of any international volunteer to date!). I have now been h...

Much has happened recently. Many many exciting things. Most importantly, Jane visited. I have a hard time believing that I live in Jane Goodall's house, and so I'm sure you can imagine how hard it is for me to believe that I lived WITH her for a period. I don't think I even accepted the fact as truth until I went to bed after the first evening with her, and woke up the next morning to find her in the kitchen. We had two events here in Dar es Salaam...

As I haven't updated all week and I've done quite a few new and notable things - this post will be rather long. Happy Canada Day! I think it's funny that I spent four hours of my Canada Day trying to become a Tanzanian Resident - but of course, in true African style, they said the processing was not done and I am to return to Immigration on Monday. (Of course, this is the 4th time they have said this). In the evening, I went to this 'school' that one of my fri...

I LOVE TURTLES! On Thursday, I went to Amani beach on Kigomboni Island to see sea turtles hatch and make their way to the ocean. It was absolutely amazing! (This was also one of the most beautiful beaches I have seen yet). It is organized by a not-for-profit organization called Sea Sense. They hire fishermen to look around beaches daily, and to take the eggs from any new sea turtle nests and relocate them to a variety of protected areas where they are monitored ...

The most predominant question in my life right now: Is this really my life? I wake to the sound of the Indian Ocean, roosters, turkeys, and the call to prayer coming from a mosque down the coast. I walk to the main road and pass a small area of slums. All of the people greet me as the women cook outside of their huts made of garbage. Their children run to say good morning to me even though some of them are too shy to spit out the words in front of a white perso...