We took a trip around our favourite spots this past week, and as I am lounging around in a hotel room, waiting for my flight home, I want to share some of the scenery once more. We drove out to White Sands Resort on the one end of Dar es Salaam, and on the opposite side we drove out to Skipper’s Haven near Kimbiji last Sunday and yesterday we had our last swim in the warm Indian Ocean waters at Mikadi Beach resort. Even though I am so looking forward to going home tomorrow, my heart is sore to leave behind the house I called home for the past 6 months. After the raucous party of the neighbours finally sizzled out at around 1 am this morning (something I will certainly NOT miss!), and sleep evading me, I walked around the house in the still of the night, followed by all the animal children, drinking in the beauty, the sultry, warm night air of this tropical place called Tanzania! I rocked back and forth on the swing, looked at the stars and listened to the crashing of the waves close by. And then went and woke my family, got ready and left long before sunrise.
I won’t return to Tanzania, too many new places to see and explore still in my lifetime, but counting my blessings that God gave me the opportunity to experience more, to cement my marriage, to settle more easily into my own skin again after a rough few years. When we go back now, Kobus will need to work again – the 6 month holiday will soon be a distant memory, and we will remember with fondness the sharing of almost every hour of every day – a luxury not afforded to many married couples.
Today is Eid again (?) and as the evening approaches, my husband is lying sleeping gently here next to me before we go and have the hotel’s famous sea-food buffet. The mosques are competing with the Islamic songs over the loud-speakers. It is the last few hours, Tanzania – tomorrow evening I am celebrating another fest in Johannesburg. My sister is taking us to a German Beer Festival. Can’t wait.
I have read about Your experiances in Zanzibar inerescting, but the 18th of november i go to Brails and will stay there till February then returning to a
Norway for the skiing season, I wish you all good in Your new relationship.
I do my best in the age of 67
Memories are often sweeter than the time spent. I will miss your stories of Zanzabar but can’t wait for the new territories of SA