Friday, June 18, 2004
The flight back to Tanzania was long, but otherwise uneventful. Except that I stopped by the internet cafe during my layover at Schiphol Airport/Amsterdam. It turns out that Myrna's Mother is in the hospital with, I think, dangerously high blood pressure. So Myrna will not be coming to Tanzania, at least not now.
From Amsterdam I rode beside a Dutch railroad engineer of about my age He is also divorced with grown kids, and he comes to Tanzania for three months at a time to train Tanzanians in track maintenance and to install "turnouts" on the lines. Interesting guy. He may drop in on me when he is in Mwanza in about three weeks.
Yesterday was a loss. I had intended to use it to make appointments to discuss resources for my Life Opportunity Club, here in Dar. But too much has been happening, too fast. I just didn't want to do a thing - wasn't even thinking straight. So I hung around, shuffled clothing between my various backpacks, and killed time at the American Club. Got together with some other PCVs who are passing through or have one sort of problem or another, ate ice cream at a streetside restaurant, called it a night.
Maybe now, without hope of Myrna for the time being, I can buckle down and actually learn some Kiswahili. I kind of made a resolution to do that, but even to me it doesn't sound very resolute. Ummm.
From Amsterdam I rode beside a Dutch railroad engineer of about my age He is also divorced with grown kids, and he comes to Tanzania for three months at a time to train Tanzanians in track maintenance and to install "turnouts" on the lines. Interesting guy. He may drop in on me when he is in Mwanza in about three weeks.
Yesterday was a loss. I had intended to use it to make appointments to discuss resources for my Life Opportunity Club, here in Dar. But too much has been happening, too fast. I just didn't want to do a thing - wasn't even thinking straight. So I hung around, shuffled clothing between my various backpacks, and killed time at the American Club. Got together with some other PCVs who are passing through or have one sort of problem or another, ate ice cream at a streetside restaurant, called it a night.
Maybe now, without hope of Myrna for the time being, I can buckle down and actually learn some Kiswahili. I kind of made a resolution to do that, but even to me it doesn't sound very resolute. Ummm.
