Boma, Tanzania

i only have 8 more minutes of online time left. i tried posting for the last half hour and it is only finally working now. this place is wild. like walking into a page of a national geographic. i am living in a village called Boma, and traveled about a half hour to Moshi where i am using the internet. the village i am living in is small, desolate, and dry. the way the vibrant colors of the shops and hut walls contrast with the dusty brown of the streets, is stunningly beautiful. the people are friendly, but skeptical and curious of my intentions. they love my hair and my clothes. i have to constantly turn them down when they ask for money, which breaks my heart, but i do give out food when asked. i start my job as a school teacher of 6 year olds tomorrow morning whcih i am very excited about and will go on safari on friday. today, a parade of 300 people from another village walked thruogh our town singing and dancing to god. it was an unbelievable sight. we even got to join in with them. every morning i awake to the muslim prayer and song. there are two religions in tanzania; christianity and muslim.

i have to go because of the time limit. ttys. maybe wednesday.

cheers