This morning I was up at 03:30 so we could pack the vehicles and get to the bus station before 05:00. Since I couldn’t send my packages yesterday, PTO Brian was kind enough to take them and money for postage so they should get to their respective recipients in time. Thank you thank you thank you Brian.
Andrea (CD) was in charge of the group on my bus and acted a bit like our mother at the bus station, in a good way; we were her children. We got our bags loaded, paid a little for excess baggage, said our good-byes, and loaded the bus. The 4 of us (Uma, Justin, Mike, & me) sat near one another but next to our respective mkuus (head of school). I was dozing off before we left the lot, which took ~45 minutes as all of the 06:00 busses tried to depart. I had bought a package of plain small muffins before we left that I ate with some fruit from dinner yesterday and a juice box & cashews my mkuu gave me. Though I slept much of the way, I was awake when we went through Morogoro and it felt a little bit like going home because it is so familiar now. I’m glad I was tired enough to sleep most of the time because I think it was less awkward for me than being awake sitting next to my mkuu for 10 hours, sleepy head bobbing, mouth agape, and all.
At the “lunch” stop, I decided to use the bathroom after Uma. Only I didn’t find the one she referred to and the line for the one out back was really slow. Now I almost missed the bus on the way to Shadow because we didn’t realize that the bus only stops for a short time (~10 min) and I did not want this bus to leave without me. Rather than waiting for my turn in line and risk missing the bus, I followed some other women to the back side of the choo and proceeded to pee right there on the cement. I really did not want to miss the bus. Only in
In Singida, it was just me, Uma, and our mkuus left. We found a hotel really close to the bus stand and (over)paid a guy to push our large bags there on a cart. Uma & I decided to share a room since it was plenty big enough for both of us, had its own bathroom, and the bed was bigger than the one we shared in Mikumi anyway. Eventually our mkuus got us for dinner and “helped” us order. We couldn’t quite figure out if they’d already eaten of not because they ordered a plate of meat and ugali that they ate from with me (Uma is vegetarian) but they seemed to partake of it like a snack. Being Thanksgiving back home, I was grateful to be able to talk to my mom and sister a little today. Happy Thanksgiving.
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