Funny Moments (“A kuchekesha sekunde”) - Joyce Post

So far, we’ve just gone on and on about how wonderful/amazing/beautiful/perfect/NZURI SANA SANA everything has been here in Moshi. Not that everything hasn’t been (:p) but we’ve definitely had some glitches along the way! So this entry is dedicated to all our “a kuchekesha sekunde(s)”.

1)      The first was actually when we got on the first plane to Dulles, Washington. First of all, we were confused because we thought the pilot said “Dallas”. Jeff quickly figured it out. And then Martha thought she lost her passport and we all nearly freaked out before she found it in her purse.

2)      Our ride was an hour and half late when we arrived in Moshi, and we waited like lost children at the airport until Imran Motors came to pick us up! J

3)      The first time we took a taxi from town back home, we called a reliable driver recommended to us by the name of “Paul”. Halfway through the ride, Jeff gets a call on his cell phone... from Paul. He turns to our driver and is like...”You’re not Paul!” Turns out our driver was not Paul, he was a random taxi driver who said he was Paul. Samuel turned out to be very nice but it was a slightly hilarious scare.

4)      Our realization that petting our beloved guard dog Blacky not only turns our hands black...but also gives us little red itchy bumps on our hands. We now have Blacky petting gloves.

5)      I dropped and destroyed my second dose of Dukoral on the kitchen floor (oral vaccine against cholera and traveller’s diarrhoea). Well...I forgot to store the whole thing in the fridge anyway... So I’m maybe a quarter protected??

6)      Martha and I had a brief freak out where we both realized we might not have enough anti-malarial pills to last the trip because we both saw the same travel clinic doctor who couldn’t do math.

Joyce: “Martha, I might not have enough!!! How many do you have???” After counting... Martha: “Oh my Gosh. I might not have enough!!   

7)      Oxtongue mishaps. Nuff said.

8)      Martha and I repeatedly whacking a kid in the face with a wooden pole, BY ACCIDENT. (little guy didn’t cry either....! until later....)

9)      Martha and I realizing our scrubs don’t fit us at all. Hers are way too tight, and mine are way too big.

10)   Mosquito bites in AWKWARD places.

11)   Making the boys patiently wait for us while us girls went crazy over bags and shoes in town (we may or may not have bought 20 between the three of us in one go...)

12)  Every. Single. Dalla Dalla ride. Today was particularly hilarious though as: Martha nearly lost her bum cheek when the door slammed. I was FULLY leaning on this one man’s arm, if he had let go, I would have fallen on my face. Elvina was nearly hanging out the door (“Joyce....I’m hanging onto your purse for dear life.”), and Jeff WAS hanging out the door.

To sum it all up, this bumpa sticka says it all: