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Tuesday, October 1, 2002

Dharamsala and McLeod


Dharamsala and McLeod

After the Chinese invasion of Tibet in 1958-59, a large number of Tibetans fled across the Himalayas to India and settled around Dharamsala and the nearby village of McLeod Ganj, including the Dalai Lama. McLeod Ganj was founded about a century ago by the British as a summer "hill station", a cool refuge from the heat of Delhi. Today, Dharamsala and McLeod Ganj are an interesting combination of native Indian villagers and herders, Tibetan refuges and monks, and Western tourists seeking spiritualism or retreat to the mountains.

At first glance, Dharamsala has less of a Tibetan flavor than we expected. Back in China, we had visited villages such as Zhongdian which were largely Tibetan, and there were colorful Tibetan temples, banners, and dress. The people were clearly of Tibetan descent, with dark rugged faces, rather than the rounder softer faces of the Chinese. The clothing was bright, with the women in traditional dress of many layers, finished off with a black and white apron and a vest.

Most of Dharamsala, on the other hand, looks much like any other Indian village. While there are Tibetan banners, monks and dress, they blend into the background. The main visual image is that of the noisy, busy, narrow dirt and rock streets, tiny dilapidated shops, free roaming cows and dogs, auto rickshaws and motorcycles, overhead wiring loosely strung from building to building, leaky water pipes lying bare on the ground, monkeys on the rooftops, and lots of people. The vehicles fill the air with their puttering and honking. The smells are a blend of the open air food stalls, the dirt and the cow dung.

But when you look deeper you find that Tibetan culture is alive and well in Dharamsala, unlike China. While in China we visited several Buddhist temples and were struck with how the rituals and decorations have been allowed to return in the past decade, but the knowledge and spirit seemed lost. After two generations without the ability to pass on an essentially oral tradition, today the Tibetans in China seem to be lost, just practicing the few rituals and chants that they remember, but without the depth of knowledge of the ancient culture.

Dharamsala, with perhaps fewer outwardly Tibetan symbols, preserved the heart of Tibetan culture. Monks and lay people attend the temple rituals, but more importantly attend daily teachings and lectures, and practice meditation. Since the Tibetans who fled China were largely religious refugees, most of the Tibetan men in Dharamsala are monks, in their robes. Tibetan doctors treat the monks and refuges with traditional herbs. A Tibetan art and culture center preserves the traditional music and dance. Recent refuges set up small cafes.

The Tibetan government in exile has a small complex in Dharamsala, with offices providing social services for Tibetan refuges, and a library which houses a small museum of a few of the treasures that were saved from the Chinese. Up the hill further is the residence of the Dalai Lama, and the main temple. We were fortunate enough to be here during the Puja, a religious festival with three days of chanting and prayers for peace. The temple was full and overflowing with prostrated monks and Tibetan lay people, spinning their prayer wheels, chanting, and fingering their prayer beads.

Tibetan Buddhism seems to have more rituals and magic than any religion I know of. Believers earn merits through various rituals. Each prayer they chant earns one merit, but there are ways to earn merits more quickly. For example, prayer wheels are decorated canisters which contain small scraps of paper with the chants written on them. One simply has to spin the prayer wheel once, and he derives the same merits of saying each of the enclosed chants. Some prayer wheels have enormous numbers of scraps of paper in them, so one can earn merit quickly! We even saw one prayer wheel with 500,000 scraps in it!

Tibetan Buddhism is full of magic and mysticism. For the average lay person, none of this is very important since one must progress on their path in Buddhism practice quite far before having the level of mind concentration needed for these advanced teachings. Only some monks reach this level of practice. The teachings are quite secret, including ancient written sutras but also oral instructions that are never written down since the masters only pass each teaching on to the student when they believe he is ready. Allegedly, these teachings allow the practitioner to escape the normal boundaries between mind and matter, so that the usual physical laws we know of do not apply anymore. The purpose of the practice is to transcend the boundary between mind and matter in a spiritual quest. Just using the practice to show off the magic effects is a serious misdeed, but the practice supposedly allows the monk to levitate, to materialize objects, to cause object to heat or cool, etc.

Buddhism has many different variations, from the sparse and ascetic forms of Burma and Thailand to the mystical practices of Tibet. Surprisingly to me, a popular form in the West derives from Tibetan Buddhism. This is primarily due to the large number of Tibetan monks who fled from China to the West and set up temples to continue their practice. Since the 60's these temples have gradually exposed more Westerns to the teachings. It seems to me that the forms of Buddhism with less magic, rituals and mysticism would fit the typical Western culture better, but the accessibility of the Tibetan monks was the key. Many of the more ascetic monks in Southeast Asia confine themselves to solitary caves, which doesn't spread that practice very well! Indeed as we study world religions we understand that most religions do not include evangelism at all--Christianity and Islam are the two big exceptions.

McLeod Ganj is a growing town. New refuges continually arrive, and new guest houses spring up for the Western tourists. Many buildings are under construction. The construction is rather unique to watch. The buildings are concrete, but they don't quite put up forms and call in the concrete truck like back in the States. Instead, donkeys carry the sand up the hill two sacks at a time. The gravel is just rocks collected nearby, carried in baskets on the heads of women. The two are mixed together in a large pile (maybe 2.5 meters or eight feet across) by men with shovels. The concrete is mixed directly on the ground as water is poured into the mix and stirred with shovels. Needless to say, the quality is not great, but there is also nearly no cost since labor is so inexpensive.

The forms for the buildings are nothing more than scraps of lumber and branches nailed together to shape the pour. For strength, all of the concrete work contains steel rebar, which is bent by hand and tied together with wire. In this manner, the forms create vertical posts and horizontal beams producing a base structure resembling an open, multi-level parking structure. Later, the interior and exterior walls are added, fashioned from homemade bricks, which are trimmed to fit the wavering dimensions of the posts and beams. Plumbing and wiring are just tacked on the outside of the wall.

The actually pouring is accomplished by shoveling the wet concrete into baskets and women carrying them on their heads up the steps or ladder to the top of the forms, where men pour and work the concrete. I'd guess the basket weighs about 50-60 pounds. This theme of women carrying the heavy loads on their heads seems very common here in northern India.

Above McLeod Ganj are a couple of meditation centers. We signed up for a ten day retreat at the Vipassana Center. Also, McLeod Ganj is at the base of the Himalayas, so we get in a few hikes. But mostly we stayed here to treat Fran's shoulder with physical therapy, acupuncture and Tibetan herbs, and give it time to heal. We spent our time in Dharamsala slowly. We read, hiked, meditated, talked with new friends, and attended the daily lectures. We might have moved on sooner if not for Fran's shoulder, but it was a pleasant, peaceful stay.

McLeod meditation

Part of the reason we came to McLeod was for another meditation retreat. The experience in Thailand was not successful, in that we did not learn enough to establish a meaningful meditation practice. We had already reserved places in a ten day retreat at a center in McLeod that practices Vipassana meditation, a technique based purely on breath and observing the body's sensations.

The Vipassana center in McLeod Ganj is one of a large number worldwide. In fact there are two in California and one on I-5 halfway between Portland and Seattle. The leader is Goenka, originally from Burma (Myanmar) and now in India. Burmese Buddhism is very traditional, and allegedly is one of the closest flavors to the original teachings. Much like the Buddha, who refused to get too interested in metaphysical conjectures, mysticism, or organized religion, Goenka just focuses on helping the individual develop concentration of the mind. In fact, Goenka tries to avoid teachings of any particular religion and emphasizes that the development of the mind is non-sectarian. To read more, check out www.dhamma.org.

The Center itself is at the top of the hill overlooking McLeod, looking up to the Himalayas. Heavily forested with Deodar cedar and some pine, with birds and monkeys, the setting is quite serene.

The facilities are relatively new. Until 1997, it was just a set of tarps in the woods! Now it has a meditation hall, a dining hall, and a few concrete guest rooms. Still, most of the people sleep in huts made from tarps, as construction continues on the center.

During the retreat, the men and women are completely segregated. In the mediation hall the men sit on the left side, and the women on the right. All other facilities are completely separate. This does help provide an introspective atmosphere, especially since many participants are in their early twenties, or are couples.

Of 45 men and 25 women on the retreat, over 25 are from Israel. Indian nationals rank second, and then there is a scattering of people from all over the world filling out the remainder. The large number of Israelis in India was surprising to us, but there are a large number of youthful Israeli tourists and many guest houses and restaurants catering to them. Apparently, after youth have served their compulsory three years of military service it is very common for them to travel for 3-6 months, with India and South America being popular destinations. As might be expected with this age group (especially after military service), there are many that are in search of the pleasures of parties, drugs and the opposite sex, and in places they have a bad reputation of being rather rowdy and disrespectful. However, there are also many, such as those at this retreat, who are instead (or at least also) seeking to grow spiritually. Some are troubled by the dichotomy between Buddhism and Judaism, some accept the teachings of Goenka that there is no real dichotomy, and some are closet Buddhists, even with tattoos of a lotus flower on their back.

This retreat is intense. There are the basic rules that one must accept for ten days: no talking; no food other than the basic gruel they serve; no physical exercise, yoga or other distractions; no writing or reading; and various customs such as never pointing your feet toward the teacher.

The daily schedule is to rise at 4:00, meditate from 4:40 to 6:30, take breakfast, meditate from 8:00 to 11:00, take lunch, meditate from 1:00 to 5:00, stop for tea, meditate from 6:00 to 7:00, listen to a teaching and then meditate until 9:00. Basically, there is just one thing to do: practice meditating. That is ten and a half hours a day of sitting in meditation. That amounts to over a hundred hours of sitting on the floor!

There are many different types of meditation. At the simplest, meditation can be used just to relax the body. But generally meditation is focused on calming the constant chatter of the mind. To understand, just try this simple experiment: try to just pay attention to your breath going in and out, with no other mental activity. No thoughts, no feelings, nothing. Just observe the breath. It sounds simple, but for most people after just one or two breaths, a thought arises, a pain shows up, or the mind goes off somewhere. So, the first step in most meditation is calming the mind, so that it can be focused. The value of meditation is in developing concentration, and the first step is to calm all the junk that keeps arising on its own. As an analogy, it is as if we are all riding in cars but have no control over the steering wheel --calming the mind to develop concentration is the first step toward taking control of the car so that we can use it to go where we want.

There are many different techniques for meditation. Some use verbalizations, such as chants or mantras, repeated over and over. Christianity has many of these, especially Catholics, and reciting Hail Mary and using Rosary Beads are examples. This helps focus the mind by giving something to concentrate on, and Eastern devotees of this technique also believe that the proper selection of a mantra can put the mind and body into a resonance with the overall universe. Other techniques include visualizations, such as creating and studying an image in your mind of your God or deity. Tibetan Buddhism in particular is one of the most elaborate practices in terms of vocalizations and visualizations. Also, during meditation, many people experience spontaneous images of light or other pleasant feelings, and some practitioners meditate just to delight in these, without progressing any further.

Vipassana mediation is rather different from these. There are no vocalizations, no visualizations, no short cuts or helps of any kind to meditate with. Instead, there is just a focus on the natural sensations of the body. That is enough. The belief is that since the mind does not create anything new, it becomes sharper and more concentrated. It is also quite a bit more difficult to keep the mind focused, and Vipassana is a practice that may take longer to develop than those using mantras or visualizations. Within the mind, thoughts or images naturally and continually arise, and the practitioner learns to simple let them float by, without following them. Very gradually the mind calms, and these distractions abate on their own.

The key aspect of concentrating on the body's sensations is to be very alert and attentive, so that you feel both the harsh strong sensations (pain, heat, and so forth) but also very subtle sensations that many be occurring at the same time somewhere else. The trick is to get the mind to be aware of every tiny sensation. Generally we focus just on the harsh ones. The other key aspect is to remain detached from the sensations. For example, our natural reaction is to scratch an itch, or move to reduce a pain. Instead, to develop concentration it is important to become detached and just observe each sensation without any particular reaction. In that way the mind remains calm and alert, just observing. In doing so, you find that the sensations all come and go on their own, and do not require any reaction anyway. The itch dissolves, the pain subsides, the tingling ebbs. You just teach the mind to do one thing: observe.

Our experience at the center was both difficult and rewarding. Fran's shoulder was hurting pretty badly at this point (she injured it some months back and it didn't heal, and has been getting worse recently). Sitting for that much time also caused a flare up of Rod's back pain (the old car whiplash injury). So it was quite difficult for us to sit that many hours, motionless, and concentrate. The concept of remaining detached from pain is clear enough, and we could both feel the usual pains such as the ache in the knee or ankle from sitting so long, and indeed those do just arise and then pass if you sit and observe them. But we both had some rather more intense pains that didn't seem to come and go. They just stayed and hurt. After sitting motionless for long periods of time, at the end of the session, it was difficult to move. The legs would be numb, and the back hurting too much to be able to use the arms to move the body. Sometimes the best I could do is simply topple over onto my side, let the legs come back to life, gradually relax the back, and then begin the set of routines the physical therapist taught me in Pasadena. That would generally get the back working again in time for the next session.

The first few days were not so much learning meditation as discipline. I now know that I can tolerate quite a bit of pain. And the technique of remaining detached and just observing really works well for that. You neither deny the existence of the pain, nor react to it. It is just there. That's it. You observe it, and just watch with your mind. Has the pain spread over there? Does it feel less intense here? Does it radiate down the arm? You just watch the changes as it goes along. Remaining detached and just observing, it is possible to put up with quite a bit. The ability to calmly observe pain is a useful skill, I presume, particularly because often times once one starts reacting to the pain it intensifies and becomes all-consuming.

Fran has a very intense experience. While meditating, she develops a twitching in her face muscles, progressing to spasms distorting her face. The instructor brushes it off as a common thing not to worry about, but it is very disconcerting and Fran is worried that it is instead a sign of some medical issue.

After a few days, even the intense shoulder and back pains began to subside. Buddhism would say that all pains will disappear if you concentrate the mind on them, study them and remain detached with no reaction. There is probably something to that. Buddhism further says that the pains arise as a result of previous misdeeds (karma), and that if you react to them you reinforce these misdeeds, but if you let them pass then the bad karma subsides and does not reappear. I find that a bit far fetched, although it would be handy to think that all of your misdeeds would be forgiven by calmly sitting for a few hours as pains arise and fall. It does seem quite true that people who meditate seem to be more at peace and radiate more vitality that those that do not, so there is something to the development of the mind. Learning patience, tolerance, and focus seem to me more likely to be keys to that peace and radiance than depletion of the list of prior sins.

I don't know if we will make meditation part of our lives forever. The practice takes an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening. Some days it goes easily, some days it is difficult. The mind is a funny thing. Despite practice, some days it just wants to wander on its own despite my best efforts. Other times it remains calm and focused. For now we are just taking a day at a time, and keeping up the practice.

Dehli


Delhi

You have to be crazy to start a trip to India by flying into Delhi in the middle of the night. Except that that is the way most of the international flights work out. Delhi is described by many people in many ways, few of them positive, and all of them intense. But maybe because we expected it, it wasn't too bad. You just have to be mentally prepared.

Arrival at the airport is straightforward. Everything in India is slow, so it takes a long time for the bags to show up and a long time to get through the lines at immigration. But there really wasn't too much hassle.

Oh, there was one problem. Fran and I both got sick. We are guessing that it was bad food at the cafe at the border of Tanzania and Nairobi. Fran got sick first, while on the ground at the Abu Dabai stop over. Rod followed suit on the plane to Delhi. Then Fran repeated again when we landed at Delhi. But other than the stomach cramps and the challenge of finding a bag in time (which we always did), it wasn't really too bad. The only real problem was that this left us both pretty tired as we landed in Delhi at about 4 AM.

Once you leave the arrivals section of the airport, pandemonium breaks loose. Immediately you are swarmed by taxi drivers, each pushing and grabbing at your bags. If you hop in a cab with them, you are likely to overpay by several times and not get taken to the hotel of your choice. Instead, you have to know to push through the crowd to the Police Pre-paid Taxi booth. There you buy a fixed-price ticket with a cab number on it, and head off to find that car.

There are lots of scams in India. The first you’ll encounter is that the taxi drivers get paid commissions by some hotels to bring in guests. Consequently, they try hard to take you to their pick, not yours. First they question whether you really have reservations. Then they suggest that most hotels do not really hold the reservation, and suggest that you call. They conveniently know a friend at the travel agency on route and can stop to use the phone for free. They dial for you, and amazingly, the person on the other end says they are full. But no worries, the taxi driver knows just the spot and off you go. Other common scams are to say that the hotel burned down, or closed.

Knowing that scam, we refused his insisted suggestions to call ahead. The taxi driver drove to the phone stop anyway but we didn't get out. Then he said he hadn't heard of the Hari Rama (our hotel) and suggested another nice one. I told him that I had a map and could get us there. The hotel is on Main Bazaar which is probably one of the first five streets a taxi driver learns in Delhi, so I knew he could take us there. After driving around looking lost for while, he started asking directions of people on the street. We still refused his offers of taking us to another hotel, and took a very stern attitude. Since he doesn't actually get paid until I give him the pre-paid receipt, I made it clear that he wouldn't get the receipt until we found the Hari Rama. 

The real clincher might have been when Fran told him that she had been sick at the airport and if he didn't get us to our hotel quickly she would get sick again inside his cab. Eventually we did drive up and he saw the sign to our hotel. But he still didn't give up. He grabbed the bag and began to head into the hotel next door, insisting that it was the Hari Rama. I grabbed the bag also and tugged hard enough to pull him and the bag towards my hotel. He finally gave up and we pushed into the Hari Rama. And who would have guessed it? They had nice, low-priced rooms available after all!

Another day, we wanted to get train tickets to Dharmasala. Indian train stations are famous for con artists and thieves, but foreigners have the luxury of special ticket offices without the long lines. India Rail saves a quota of seats for foreigners, so there is even a good chance of getting tickets at the last minute. Of course they are more expensive than the seats most Indians could afford, but they are still cheap by western standards and worth paying for. We knew that if we arrived at the train station with our bags and no tickets, we would be mobbed by cons. So we went the night before to find the foreigner ticket office. It was straightforward, just up the stairs. The next day when we returned, sure enough we were mobbed with "helpful" people telling us the ticket office was every direction except upstairs. Each wanted to direct us to their own ticket office, many of which are scams selling worthless or lower class tickets. Knowing where we were headed, we just plowed through and got the tickets we needed.

As you walk the streets, the beggars are real heart-breakers. Many people simply live on the street, sleeping on the sidewalk. There are a few water faucets along the sidewalks for people to wash. You can see women gather a few twigs from the rare trees or bushes, start a small fire and cook rice, right on the sidewalk. Many of the people look like they haven’t even had that for a while.

The beggars look very desperate. As in the US, you are encouraged not to support them, since that just brings more beggars into the cities. 70% of India’s population is rural, scratching a living out of a small plot, and the cities do not have the jobs or facilities to support them. Consequently some beggars go to extreme measures. We saw beggar mothers with drugged babies. On alternate days, different mothers would have the same drugged baby, or the same mother a different baby. We heard stories of mothers deforming their children, such as breaking legs and bending them backwards, to make them look more pitiful. Combined with real disease such leprosy, it is a heart wrenching sight to walk down the street.

To get more information, we headed off to the Indian Tourism office, just a mile or two up the road. There are many helpful Indians, but there are always con artists. We were continually joined by "helpful" Indians, some just curious natives, others sincerely wanting to help, and some cons. It is annoying to have to keep your guard up and suspect everyone’s motives. Each offers to direct you to the tourist office. Some we know are cons and just ignore them. We have a map and can get there on our own. Others seem like nice people so we talk and walk a while. Even then a few turn out to eventually want to guide us to the wrong place. Near the real government tourist office are a slew of other offices which also put up signs as if they are the government office. Instead, they are just travel agencies selling travel packages and tickets. We eventually find the government office, and it turns out to not have much of value anyway.

We want to wrap up our Africa travels by moving all of the digital photos off of the compact flash onto a CD-ROM. We stop into several internet cafes, but none can write to a CD-ROM. Unfortunately, we do not know where we can get the task done, so are at the mercy of recommendations. Each cafĂ© sends us to another, none of which can help. We spend a full day just walking from place to place, with no success. We will have to do it later, somewhere else.

In walking around town, we run into many of the other scams. A favorite scam is perpetuated by shoe shiners. As you walk past, they discretely fling a little bit of cow dung onto your shoe. Then they run up to you, point to your fouled shoe and offer to clean it, for a fee of course! I got hit by one.

Walking through town is actually more pleasant than it used to be. Fran was aghast at the smell, but I was quite relieved. When I was here a couple of years ago the air pollution was so bad that you could hardly breathe. Zillions of little auto rickshaws plied the streets, all with two-stroke engines and puffs of blue smoke. The buses were stinky diesel. That has all changed. They are all natural gas now, and the air no longer smells of exhaust. The main odor now is human urine from the homeless. During the summer, the combination of smells of the open markets and people can still get pretty strong, but I was surprised how much better it is. It goes to show what effect each step can have. Someone had the foresight and money to convert all of the auto rickshaws. I can easily imagine a foreign grant that simply offered the conversion to each one for free; along with a free paint job (each converted one had a fresh coat of green paint, while the original ones were black). Given the cheap labor cost, the total bill to convert all of the auto rickshaws was probably somewhere in the hundreds of thousands of dollars. It was good to see some focused attention with solid results.

We would have left Delhi immediately, except that we want to get Fran’s shoulder looked at. She slipped on the Great Wall and injured her shoulder (previously injured in a skiing fall), and it has not healed properly. She hurt it again on the safari. If anything it has been getting worse, and she is not able to carry a backpack anymore. Fortunately, Indian doctors are very highly educated and skilled, so one of the first things we do in Delhi is to find the best medical clinic (recommended by the ex-patriots and long-term western residents). The doctor is quite good, seemingly just as skilled as western doctors, but with much better bedside manner. He actually listens to patients! This begins Fran’s experience with Indian and eventually Tibetan medicine and then western physical therapy and massage, which you can read about on another page.

While here we toured the India Gate, the park in front of the presidential palace, the Red Fort, the Jama Masjid (a huge Muslim mosque), and found a beautiful peaceful part with the Gandhi memorial. The memorial is perfect for him –it is a simple large slab of black marble with a flame, isolated in a grassy area by a berm and footpath. A steady stream of Indians pays their respects. Nearby, no one pays any attention to memorials to other leaders, including Indira Gandhi and her son.

All in all, Delhi is a nice place if you can avoid and ignore the scams and squalor. Otherwise, it is a torturous place that sends many tourists heading back for the airport early.

India


India

Ah, at last we are in India, one of our "primary" destinations.

India is not just a country, but a vast subcontinent rich with diverse peoples, languages, food, dress, and spirituality. It is a full-fledged assault on the senses and sensibilities. But, with patience and tolerance, we find India is a land full of treasures.

As we reach India, we are ready to grow spiritually. We have been feeling that need to develop during our trip, and are looking forward to working on it here. We will head north to the meditation centers in Himachal Pradesh, and balance some hiking in the remaining good weather before winter comes along, with meditation and yoga practice. Later, we will tour the major attractions of India from north to south, stopping to visit friends in Bangalore, and then settling in for a relaxing stay on the southern beaches of Kerala. We may stay in India about four months, heading out around Mom's birthday (January 14).

Thursday, August 1, 2002

Final Thoughts


Final Thoughts

Perhaps my thoughts are colored by the events following September 11, or perhaps just by gaining distance as we travel.

For decades, people from Africa looked with admiration at the USA. But Africa is certainly no longer a fan of the USA. Deep feelings of sympathy on 9/11 have evaporated and anti-America sentiment has reached the deepest levels since Vietnam.

Bear with me as I explain, at least a little bit. It might not be fun to listen to criticism of the USA, but it is important. It has been quite an eye opener for us.

The USA is the undisputed leader of the world. Yet, the total absence of leadership by the USA in Africa is startling. The USA ignores brutal dictatorships (such as Idi Amin), regional conflict (such as Uganda/Rwanda), or economic development planning (such as the World Summit in Johannesburg last month). The focus of US attention is supporting despised undemocratic governments that are friendly to the USA (including EgyptSaudi Arabia and Jordan), and maintaining and expanding US economic power and advantage. The unabashed self-first attitude of the USA (such as withdrawing from the Kyoto protocols) is widely published here. So is USA support for Israel, which is widely considered a rogue state that violates international law and human rights. Bush's cowboy style and go-it-alone strategy echoes very loud. A view that we hear repeated is that he is at least partially insane, acting like an angry out-of-control person. As the leader of the only super-power, that is very scary to the rest of the world. It is simply unfathomable to many that the USA, with a military power that dwarfs all others (some estimates say we spend more than all other countries combined), is acting scared and threatened.

The reality in Africa is very far removed from the views in the USA. Editorials still include sympathy for 9/11, but the magnitude of the suffering from terrorism is put into a different perspective when viewed against the suffering in Africa, which the USA ignores (and many say causes). The needs are desperate. Ethnic conflict, agricultural failures, infectious disease, limited education, and corruption all take a toll. Most are also fixable. For example, the major diseases in Africa have been eliminated elsewhere, but medicine and knowledge are not available in Africa due to the results of USA political or economic policy. It is clear that much of the corruption in Africa and lack of economic development could be alleviated by strong USA interest in the region.

Tanzanians we met emphasized the need for knowledge, capital, and health. The educated press argues for relief from punitive tariffs and trade restrictions (for example, Tanzania is now tearing out many of its coffee plantations, since world trade policy unfairly subsidizes Brazilian coffee). The frustration is clear, such that many (even the educated) blame the USA for anything that is wrong. While that is overly simplistic, the Bush selfish rhetoric unfortunately reinforces the image that the USA will do whatever it wants to protect its own economy and safety, and this makes him a very easy target for everything that is wrong.

Health and education seem to be the first need. Tanzania has just now been able to extend free primary education to its citizenry. Secondary (high school) is still expensive and scarce.

Ultimately, we feel unable to really express the huge gulf between the reality that Americans see on the news, and the reality in Africa. The current view of the world through the lenses of anti-terrorism is just as blinding as that of the cold war before it, if not worse. But the results may be tragic, and in fact self-fulfilling. American policy has devastating results in Africa, and recent foreign policy is building anti-American sentiment at a record rate. Someday those results will come home to roost.

Truly fighting terrorism requires that Americans get over the fear of the rest of the world, and instead step up to listening, understanding, helping and leading. Americans are way too ignorant of the rest of the world, particularly Africa, and our government enacts the will of the people which is to increase our own economic wealth without regard for others. So the solution begins with the individual citizens. Americans must know more about the rest of the world, and develop more compassion for others. For example, if we understood the people of the region then perhaps we would see that instead of fighting terrorism with offensive actions that inflame the local citizens, perhaps the best focus for fighting terrorism would be funding schools in Africa.

Many Africans previously had great admiration for the USA. The hostility is greatly increased just recently. That means that it is not yet endemic, if the USA can change course rapidly. And in a democracy, the way to effect change is to educate the people.  Since we really cannot fully express the situation in Africa, we have asked friends here to contribute to our website.  We hope they do.  And we hope that you read, study and take to heart their stories.  The suture of hundreds of millions of people depends on Americans having a better understanding of Africa..

Spirituality


Spirituality

As we progress through this trip, we gradually increased the spiritual aspects. We started by joining the Buddhist retreat in Thailand, and have slowly continued to read, think, and explore. We visited many cathedrals and masses in Europe.

We have considered ourselves to be pragmatic people, much more interested in the spiritual guidance that dictate ethics, tolerance, and service to others rather than the mystical or metaphysical aspects of religious teachings. We attended the Unitarian Universalist church in Pasadena. As we progress through this journey, we are becoming more deliberate in clarifying our spiritual beliefs. While in Europe, we began to make plans for an extended stay in India in Dharmsala, a Buddhist center. In Africa, we have continued to read, study and think, preparing ourselves for the most serious look into our spirituality that we have taken in our lives. We are re-reading the New Testament as well as other teachings, unsure exactly where they will lead but feeling that it is time to find out.

Arusha


Arusha

No one goes to Arusha. At least, no one goes there except as a departure point for a safari or other travel. Arusha itself has little to offer. But we spent two weeks there.

The first impression of Arusha is not very good. The bus stop is in a very poor section of town, and tourists are immediately swarmed by touts offering safaris, tours, taxis, hotels, newspapers, or anything else that you might want. The road is dirt, the buildings look like a shanty town. The tourists who pass through spend more in a few days on a safari that most locals make in a year.

We arrive after dark, and there are no street lights. We quickly head for our hotel, ignoring the touts. One follows us incessantly. At the hotel, unfortunately they have no rooms. But they do have a sister hotel just two blocks away. They assure us that it is just as nice (this one looks great, with a pleasantly clean lobby), and they offer to walk us over. While we walk the incessant tout tells the hotel staff that we have contracted his services for finding a hotel, and asks to be paid. Our hotel staffer tells him to get lost. We find the hotel, slip inside and find a nice spacious room with private bath and even a television! We drift off to sleep.

The next morning we awake to the sounds of pounding and construction. It sounds as if the building we are in is being torn down. We are on the second floor, so we peek up the stairs and find that the third floor is in fact completely torn out, with just the exterior walls and gaping holes for widows. Workers are knocking out cinder block walls just above our room. Later, viewing the hotel from the outside we can see that the entire building looks to be under construction (or rather destruction) except for just a couple of rooms.  Ours is one of few left on the second floor, which is rapidly becoming a rubble pile.

We walk around town, and discovering the nicer areas we arrange to switch hotels. In the meantime, we decide to use taxis after dark. We eventually transfer to a facility run by the Lutheran church, a leftover from the missionary days. The church owns several of the nicest blocks of town.

We had planned out most of the safari in advance, but waited to see the company before placing a deposit. There are many stories of bogus operations, or poor business practices. For example, some companies drive rather shoddy vehicles which do not hold up to the demanding conditions of a safari, and break down frequently. If the vehicle breaks down then you simply lose out, without a refund and without made up time. Instead of a day in the game park, you spend a day on the side of the road waiting for repairs. Needless to say, we paid a bit more and picked a reputable company. We were quite happy, and you can read about the safari on several other pages in our journal.

On Saturday, we happened to be walking down the street when a wedding party passed by. A brass band packed into the lead truck, followed a long procession of cars celebrating the big event.

We found a cultural center that offers lessons, tours, and artwork, in support of the local villagers. Rod signed up for a drumming lesson, to learn traditional music. There are several drumming parts, one that just pounds out the basic beat, and others that are more difficult. Rod assumed he would take the simple part, but the teacher explained that that was the most critical part, since all others take their cue from it. So instead, Rod was supposed to learn the more complicated patterns. It was amusing as he would slowly learn one part, then another, but then couldn't remember the first part anymore when it was time to put them together. Eventually, he was able to combine the various parts into something that vaguely resembled the intended pattern. But it was still so far off that the teacher had quite a challenge to adjust his basic beat to match Rod's pattern. In any event it was good fun, and both Rod and the teacher had many good laughs.

In Arusha we met a group of college students from Doane College in Nebraska, who are spending the entire semester in Eastern Africa. They complete four courses, including learning Swahili and African literature. They get to see many different facets of African life, visiting villagers and interacting. At one point in the term, they will need to apprentice themselves to a local worker for five weeks, learning whatever trade they pick such as carpenter, brick maker, baker, or whatever. That is a long period of time, and they will really grow from that experience. Our hats are off to Betty, the program director, for creating this program. She is a literature professor with a love of African, and she put together her two interests to create this program. http//www.doane.edu/africa/

In the nicer part of town, it is clear that there is a budding middle class here in Tanzania. The streets are landscaped, and the buildings freshly painted. There is even an international conference on wastewater treatment going on at a local hotel (the topic is use of wetlands for secondary waste water treatment, such as is done in Cannon BeachOregon). We eat at an upscale Ethiopian restaurant, listening to Kenny G music. When we step outside, we hear the tranquil call to Muslim prayer. Interesting contrast.

We stay in Arusha much longer than any tourists do. Partly, we planned a few more things, such as climbing Kilimanjaro, that we have dropped (Fran's shoulder, which she injured at the Great Wall in China, has gotten worse again, so we will see a doctor when in Delhi). The result is that we have time to just talk and hang around with locals.

We talk about our travels so far, and what we might want to do differently. Mostly, we have decided to see less and spend more time in single places. We like to settle into a place, meet people, and get to know them a bit. In India we plan two extended periods staying put in a community, one in the north and one in the south. So, this stay in Arusha is sort of a test of the idea. We like it. We get so that we know all of the touts on the streets and joke with them. We know the staff at the restaurants. We are getting so that we are like the locals: we notice when a new set of white faces arrives in town.

We run into several Americans living in Arusha, running tour companies, or researching primitive man (the famous Leaky sites are nearby and are still active). We also get to know some locals. It starts to feel familiar and comfortable. When it is time to go, we spend a whole day just saying our goodbyes (though regrettably we still didn't get to say goodbye to Joseph!).

Ng’irisi Village

Ng'irisi is a beautiful village of 2,700 people nestled on the slopes of Mt. Meru in northern Tanzania. The fertile volcanic soil and the plentiful rains provide a lush landscape for farming and raising livestock. The people of the village belong to the Wa-arusha tribe, a branch of the Masai  As we mentioned on the page about the Masai, they are traditionally a nomadic people who following their cattle as they graze. When the Wa-arusha settled down on farms, their traditional way of life changed. During our short visit we were able to see a little of how pastoralism has changed their daily lives.

We visited the village as part of a cultural tourism program. This is a program created to give tourists a view of traditional ways of life while directing the profits back into the villages. In most of the villages the money funds the needs of the local primary school and development projects. It made us feel good that the money we spent would go to improving living conditions rather than creating wealth for tour companies.

Early on the morning of our visit we were met in the Arusha tourist information office by Emmanuel, our guide for the day. We exchanged greetings and started our walk through the city towards a taxi stand where we met a car ready to take us to the village. It had rained the previous day and the dirt roads to the village were steep, slippery and deeply rutted. There were no cars on the road, but we were greeted with the smiles and waves of villagers as they walked the opposite direction into the city.

We visited the main house, a school, a demonstration farm, and walked down to the waterfall. It was a very mellow day, slow paced and educational.

At the school we chatted with the headmaster. He asked us about our politics, and when we asked him about his he replied simply that all evil comes from the USA. Medical problems, AIDs/HIV, illiteracy and poverty were all the result of USA foreign policy. We talked with him a while, acknowledging some points but contesting others, and he ended a bit more positive at least recognizing that Americans are able to have their own opinions and discuss them freely. It was a bit eye-opening to talk to the headmaster of an Islamic school.

The children played outside during a break. In the classrooms were small wooden desks that they built themselves. Some children still had no desks, waiting for wood. The teachers were paid very little but were provided with housing. Getting more teachers for the school was largely accomplished by building additional housing for the teachers. In this area, where villagers were not allowed to cut trees in the forest and there were no stone building materials, this became a significant expense and barrier.

The children all flocked around Fran to get their pictures taken.

Oldauvai Gorge

The famous Louis and Mary Leaky (and now their son Richard) worked in the Olduvai Gorge, west of Arusha. For forty years, researchers have uncovered clues to the evolution of man in this remarkable site.
We met a man in Arusha who has studied in the Gorge, but also based his research on studying the animals in the parks today. John Kavall has a very interesting story to tell. In fact we got to read the first four chapters of the book he is writing. You have to wait until it gets published!

John has promoted a very novel theory of man's development. An accepted premise has been that man's direct ancestors were vegetarian, but that man then developed into an accomplished hunter. Watching the predators of the Serengeti today, it is not so obvious how early man would have competed successfully! The walking upright, the thumb, the larger brain, and use of tools all evolved, it was presumed, made man a successful hunter.

John had a different idea. Remember the leopard? It drags its kill up into a tree? A leopard will leave that cache unattended for hours, since no other animal can reach it. But basic biology says that nature abhors a vacuum, and when an opportunity exists, something evolves to fill the niche. John realized that the early man was still quite a good tree climber (longer arms, a bit hooked). Man, the great hunter, probably actually evolved as a scavenger! After the ancient leopard made the kill and pulled the prey into the tree, early man would poach the cache for an easy meal. Increasing evidence, such as bones with leopard teeth marks followed by human tool scrapping marks, seems to support the idea. In any event it made fascinating reading, and John is a very interesting guy with lots of stories to tell. He has known most of the important scientists who have studied here, and is now one of the senior folks. You can see the excitement of an analytical mind chasing a puzzle as he describes his work, with all of the colorful anecdotes that arises from a group of passionate people.

Masai


Masai Tribe

The Masai Tribe, while not one of the Big Five tribes of Tanzania, has been the most successful at keeping its traditions. Under socialism, there was great pressure put upon all of the tribes to abandon their teachings, language and traditions. Many people were forcibly relocated, and tribes scattered in an attempt to build a more homogeneous nation-state. Ultimately this was accomplished, and Tanzania is one of few countries in Africa without tribal conflict. However, this success came at the price of losing much of its identity. The exception is the Masai.

The Masai are nomadic, even today. They live primarily in the north part of the country, and tend their cattle and goat herds. They follow the pastures through the wet and dry seasons, and cover a substantial distance. Their life is simple. Because they are nomadic, they have escaped most of the government attempts to settle them. That also means they remain poor and uneducated.

To understand the Masai is to understand cattle and grass. The cattle provide the majority of the Masai nutrition, through milk most of the year and blood during the drought. Cattle are the possessions of the Masai  and their wealth. Payments of dowries are made in cattle. The people are nomadic because they follow the grasses between the raining and dry seasons.

The Masai have progressively lost their ancestral lands. Much of the Serengeti National Park was Masai land, as was the Ngorongoro Reserve. The Masai were removed from the Park, and their activities in the Reserve are restricted. For example, they may take their herds into the crater for water during the day, but may not spend the night.

During the dry season, the Masai tend their herds near ponds, which fill with water during the rainy season. By the end of the dry season, these are often parched, and the Masai women must walk 10-20 km (6-12 miles) to fill buckets and return with water. The Masai women do most of the work, including fetching water and firewood, food collection and preparation, and household chores. The men do very little. Traditionally, the role of the men is of warriors. Since the Masai believe that all cattle were initially given to the Masai  a chief activity of the Masai warriors was to collect the cattle from nearby tribes, returning them to the Masai (that is, cattle rustling).

While driving through the great open plains to the Serengeti, we observe many Masai  They are walking with their herds through space that seems devoid of any signs of human activity or occupation. Many of the herds are tended by children, who sit together and play and pass the day. Despite the scorching heat and the blowing dust, and the apparent distance from their shelters, no one seems to have any satchels of food or water. They seem to be just stark figures out in the plains. In fact from a distance, you simply see the dark images of the animals, with one or two bright red spots in the herd. These are the Masai  seemingly with no more possessions than the livestock themselves, and the red cloth wrapped around their bodies in the equatorial sun.

When a boy reaches the age of twelve, he can become a warrior. He and an elder go off for seven days, and he receives all of the ancient instructions in being a man, a husband, and a warrior. At the end of the seven days, he is circumcised. He then paints his face with white chalk, and dresses in a black robe to signify his status as a warrior. He retains this paint and dress for many months, even up to a year, to be sure that all neighboring peoples recognize his new status.

Today, the ritual has taken on a new, less inspiring meaning. The warriors no longer take their neighbor's cattle. Instead, the new warriors have discovered that tourists will pay for photos, so the new warriors are found along roadsides waving down cars and posing for pictures. Sadly, the traditions that escaped socialism may now finally succumb to capitalism.

As travelers, it troubles us that our very presence changes that which we visit. We strongly believe that westerners and Americans in particular are very ignorant of the peoples of most of the world, and need to travel more and experience other cultures to reduce our own biases and gain more understanding. Americans have the greatest impact of any country on other peoples, yet have very little knowledge. However, it is problematic how to learn without changing the very people that we came to learn from.

Safari


Safari Animal List

The amount of birds and animals we saw on safari was truly amazing. Some of the birds are probably new to you, but most are really quite beautifully colored. Here is the list of what we saw, some entries with notes:

Mammals

Predators and scavengers

Lion (singly and in prides, hunting and feeding, nursing, mating, and heard in camp)
Leopard (infrequently seen)
Cheetah (stealthy and infrequently seen)
Serval cat (http://www.sierrasafarizoo.com/animals/serval.htm small and rarely seen)
Spotted Hyena
Silver-backed Jackal
Crocodile (up close and personal)

Browsers

African Elephant (400, at the least)
Maasai Giraffe

Grazers

Black Rhinoceros (a tiny spot in the distance)
Hippopotamus (nearly submerged in ponds, they just looked like boulders)
African Cape Buffalo
Blue Wildebeest (in large herds)
Burchelle Zebra (in large herds)

Antelopes (in increasing order of size)

Kirk's Dik Dik (at 14” tall, the smallest of the African antelopes)
Thompson’s Gazelle
Impala
Reedbuck
Waterbuck
Hartebeest

Primates

Vervant Monkey (black faced monkey)
Baboon (everywhere…in camp and on the roadside)

Ugly!

Warthog (probably the ugliest creature you are to see in the bush!) http://www.africaelephants.com/gallery/warthog.htm)

Birds

Marabou Stork (with a bigger wing span than me!)
Tawny Eagle
Helmeted Guinea Fowl
Splendid Starling
Lovebird
Vulture
Blue and Red cheeked Cordon-bleu
Ostrich
Nile Goose
Secretary Bird (this one is weird but beautiful)
Gray Heron
Sacred Ibis
African fish Eagle
Long Crested Eagle
Kori Bustard
Black Crake
Night Heron
Plover
Saddle back Stork
Lilac Breasted Roller
Black Winged Kite (one took Fran's sandwich!)
Flamingo
White Neck Raven

Safari

The excitement about going on a five day safari had been building for some time. We made arrangements with Safari Makers (http://www.safarimakers.com/intro_page.htm) in Arusha to visit Tarangire National Park, Ngorongoro Crater and Serengeti National Park. They said each park is quite different and offers a unique range of terrain and animals. We hoped to see just about everything on the list of African wildlife and we weren't disappointed!

Joseph, our driver, and Mushaka, our cook, picked us up early for the two hour drive to Tarangire. Early on, Joseph showed that he earned the "best guide in the world" title. As we drove through the countryside, he told of the history of Tanzania and of the local tribes (see the "Masai Tribes" story). When we entered the park he identified wildlife at a glance and was able to tell of their habits and reproduction. His knowledge and the love of the outdoors were truly amazing.

Tarangire National Park was our first destination. Check out this link to the park: http://www.go2africa.com/tanzania/northern-safari-circuit/tarangire-national-park/. It is located in northern Tanzania and covers an area of 2600 square kilometers (map: http://www.tanzania-web.com/map/home.htm). Near Lake Manyara, it is a unique ecosystem combining a river valley (the Tarangire), gently rolling grasslands and acacia woodlands. The most striking feature to the Western eye is the proliferation of Baobob trees, which are best described as trees that seem to have been planted upside down. They have leaves so small as to be invisible and the branches look like roots in the air.

The variety of habitats in the park allows great diversity of birds and animals. The animal count is staggering...30,000 zebra, 25,000 wildebeest, 5,000 buffalo, 4,000 elephant, 2,500 Masai giraffe and over 1,000 fringe-eared oryx (gemsbok). With such abundant food sources, predators include lion, leopard and cheetah.

The park is most well known for the herds of elephants. Those beloved (but at times aggressive) pachyderms remain our most vivid memory of the park. For our luncheon entertainment, they bathed and strolled in the river below the picnic ground. We delighted at seeing, not one or two shy creatures, but a queue of 100 streaming into the river. They rolled in the mud, feet up (elephant acrobatics is amazing when you consider the tonnage prancing blithely about.) They sprayed each other, bellowed and jockeyed for the favored location. The pecking order was very clear, and if a higher-ranking elephant moved to the mud hole, then the rest just had to get out whether they were done or not. Babies stayed close to mom, sometimes trying to nurse.

Elephants are also quite intelligent. We saw one group poke holes in the mud near the river which would fill with water. They would then suck up the water with their trunks… creating a water filtration system!

Later in the day we met one group of elephants at a river crossing. There were two young and three older elephants. The largest, by the length of her tusks, was quite old. She faced straight towards us and stood her ground…then started to walk our way. Joseph gunned the motor of the jeep, the sound intended to make her turn. We breathed again when she rejoined the group, the elderly protectively encircling the young. They stopped at a patch of grass 20 meters from us and ate, cleverly knocking the dirt off the roots!

The zebra were also quite prolific in the park. They traveled in lines across the grassland, heading for the river. We were barely into the park when we saw our first zebra crossing. At long last. We saw signs in London warning of zebra crossing but never saw the animals.

When the zebras stopped to rest in the shade they would pair up with the head of one at the tail of the other. Thus, they could keep a lookout in all directions for predators. Joseph said later that the stripes are also a perfect camouflage from predators. When the big cats hunt, they sit patiently and single out one animal for the kill. They will watch that one until it is time to pounce. When the zebras run, though, the stripes confuse the cats. They can’t tell any longer which one they were watching and may give up the hunt!

Impalas, a type of antelope, were also quite common in Tarangire, but less so in the other parks. We saw mating groups of one male and his harem. Around the perimeter of his territory were the bucks in waiting. Joseph said that it takes so much energy for the buck to maintain his territory and keep the females interested, that he doesn’t eat. After about a month of this he is weak enough that another buck comes in and takes over his territory. He then goes off to eat and recuperate.

We saw the first of what would be many lions early the first day. (It would get to the point at the end of the safari that another pride eating lunch was just a ho-hum event!). This lone male lion was sitting in the sun waiting for the females to feed him. Yes, male lions have quite the life. They are too impatient to hunt so depend on the females for food. When a kill is made, he is the first to eat, getting his fill before the dominant female gets her share.

At the end of the day in Tarangire our patience was rewarded. We saw a rarity…a leopard sleeping on the ground in the shade of a baobab tree. Usually, if you are lucky enough to spot one, you will see it high in a tree. We watched quietly as she groomed herself, her powerful tail twitching. Every so often her yellow eyes alertly looked in our direction. Joseph and we agreed that we could not have shared a more perfect day in the Tarangire!

We met up with the three other members of our party early on the second day and began the long drive to Serengeti National Park. The park encompasses a vast area, 30,000 square kilometers, in Northern Tanzania. It has three distinct eco-zones: treeless, flat plains; rivers and mountains. Check out this link to the park: http://www.serengeti.org/.

The park is perhaps best know for the wildebeest migrations during the wet seasons...a time when over a million (literally) wildebeest and 200,000 zebras blanket the plains and rivers. As we were entering the park in the dry season, we knew the migratory herds were considerably north (in Kenya), and did not know what to expect.

We did not find great numbers of zebra or wildebeest, but did find that the lion population is quite large. As we were entering the heart of the park, we found a pride polishing off a meal of a large animal. All that was left was the rib cage, so it was hard to tell what creature met its fate that day. At 20 members, the pride was quite large. The dominant male and female both wore radio collars, a sign that their habits are being monitored by scientists.

We saw lions in every imaginable way...17 or so females sleeping in a mass, young cubs nursing while sheltered in the middle of the pride, lionesses hunting in groups of two with the male watching in the distance, the dominant male and female mating. Later, some people even heard the lions breathing and growling as they chased the hyenas out of the center of our camp at night! Rod and I were both disappointed that we slept through the excitement.

The lions did not seem at all affected by white cars with people popping out of the tops driving within meters of them. They just went about their business. We were told, though, that it would be quite different if we were to step outside the car. We didn't test that statement, naturally. Being at the top of the food chain with no predators seems to have left them with an attitude that fears nothing.

We saw so many lions that by the end of the trip the sight of a pride of lions polishing off a warthog was "oh, just another lion"!

Among the cats we also saw cheetahs hunting....ah, the power and speed of their stride! They can reach speeds of 120 kph. That compares to doing the 100 meter dash in 3 seconds or more than three times faster than the fastest human in history! We also saw a leopard sitting in a tree. When they make a kill that is where they drag their prey. They cache the food there, safe from lions, hyenas and other predators, so that they can eat their kill over the span of a full day or even two. The cheetah made a quick exit when a group of elephants strolled by. It seems that they are afraid of the power of elephants that can be rather aggressive when angry.

Elephants are by far the most destructive force in the parks. They break branches to eat the bark, smashing trees to smithereens. We listened to a herd of elephants feed on one grove, and it was the sound of branches crackling and snapping. They destroy whatever is in their path and are not too concerned about the concept of no-trace-camping. They create great mud holes in the stream banks. They are also a huge nuisance outside the parks, destroying whatever structures are in their way.

The giraffes, with their long necks silhouetted against the horizon are a common vision of the Serengeti. We saw one female with her twins, one reaching up to nurse. They browsed the acacia, leaving few leaves low on the trees.

Of the antelope family, we saw so many gazelles bouncing through the grass that we almost forgot to take a picture of them. We also saw topis, hartebeest and reedbucks.

Hippos, oh so many hippos, looking just like big rocks in the ponds. It was an event when one of the rocks slightly moved and grew a mouth and ears right before our eyes. They stay submerged by day and come out only at night. Joseph said that they can be quite vicious if you inadvertently block their path back to the water. We found it surprising that such docile looking creatures kill many people annually.

After Serengeti, we traveled to Ngorongoro Crater. The mountain was once as big a Kilimanjaro but left a vast crater when it erupted millions of years ago. http://www.pbs.org/edens/ngorongoro/ The caldera has lakes, marshes and plains and is the home to quite a diverse population of animals.

Here we finally saw the wildebeest, their shadows emerging from the dust of the windswept plains. They approached the pool where we were sitting watching the pink flamingos. The numbers of the herd were not great...most of them had migrated to Masa Mara in Kenya. They traveled with zebras, a safety measure for both. Wildebeest have poor vision. They depend on the zebra’s sense of sight to protect them from predators. In the migration, the zebras go first eating the tall grass and the wildebeest follow eating the low grass.

We saw many beautiful birds. One in particular is unforgettable...the black winged kite. As we approached the picnic site, we saw them circling in the air above. We marveled at how they maneuvered. We sat down with our lunches and Fran bit into the great tasting chicken that Mushaka had prepared. On her second bite she felt a rough bump to her hand, a sharp pain in her finger and the chicken disappeared. She never did see the kite that stole her lunch, but Rod sure had a good time bandaging the bloody gash it left behind.

After spending 5 days bumping along rutted roads, coping with the heat and dust, we looked at each other and said....yeah, it was an amazing experience

Thanks Joseph and Mushaka.

Zanzibar


ZanzibarStone Town

Zanzibar is full of myth and lore. Once the center of an Arab Kingdom, legends abound. As one of the Spice Islands, many traders passed through and spread their stories. Zanzibar seems to stand for the exotic.

While the history is vivid, Zanzibar today is a different place. Nearly entirely Muslim, it is very conservative. Within Stone Town, the women dress in black, covered head to toe, many with berkas to cover the face. But the tiny alleys, the bustling markets, the spices, the smells, the sounds, and the tropical climate all remain.
There are few real roads within Stone Town. Single cars could not pass through most of the alleys. The buildings are built close together, and the alleys wind there way along. Rarely can you see more that fifty meters (150 feet) ahead. The story goes that the town was built this way due to Muslim customs. The women are not to be seen in public, so the street level buildings have few windows. Upstairs is where the women live, and there they have windows, balconies, and even a few bridge ways that allow them to visit with each other, invisible from the street below. Indeed, our room is on the second floor, and the air is full of sound.

The friendliness and smiles of Zanzibar are legendary. We quickly learn "Jambo. Hibari. Nzuri, asanta" (Hello. How are you. Good, thanks.). People greet each other on the streets with big smiles. Yes they are very conservative, but are also very friendly.

Zanzibar is the name for a chain of islands. Informally, it also refers to the largest island and also to the main town on the island. Zanzibar town consist of two parts. Most tourists do not stray out of Stone Town, on the ocean. Just across Creek Street is Ng'ambo, where we see no other tourists. In Stone Town, tourists find cafes, scuba diving centers, and artists selling the famous Makonde wood carvings and other artwork. In Ng'ambo, the open air market is a procession of tiny stalls on a dirt road. One stall overflows with wood carvers making bed frames, and then comes a stall with mattresses, and then wooden dressers. The market progresses on through fish, meat, vegetables, spices, shirts, slacks, shoes, and even hardware. Each vendor has just a table or shack with a dirt floor, and is selling a few items. Many of the clothes are clearly the discards or odd lots from the Western world. We see T-shirts for the LA Lakers, Chicago Bulls, and others. We also see such oddities as people wearing T-shirts with the logos for small-time events of yesteryear in small town America. I remember seeing one of some youth or sports association meeting in Oregon in 1998. It is odd seeing so much clothing with themes so foreign to the wearers, in this desolate Muslim corner of the world.

The Ng'ambo streets are dusty, and the houses are just shacks made from sticks, mud and corrugated steel. They offer little protection from the elements except shade, but that is all that is needed (except the mosquitoes). One boy greets us and stops to chat for a while. He talks about his house and family for a bit, and then grows reticent, so we move on.

In Stone Town, we awake each morning before sunrise to the Muslim call to prayer. There are several mosques nearby, with the prayers broadcast over loudspeakers. They are rather melodic. But we are near several mosques, and they appear to be in competition. The melodic prayers become raucous as they blare in discord. It is too bad; we enjoyed listening to the Lutheran prayer services in Dar, and would also enjoy the sounds of the Muslim service here in Stone Town.

Zanzibar is well known for the artistic wood carvers. The Makonde tribe carves the black wooden statues that you have associated with Africa. They have considerable symbolism and meaning, generally of the Ujamaa theme, meaning the tree of life or family. Another wood carving tradition is wooden doors. Even simple domiciles have large, carved doors. The fancy places have quite elaborate and massive doors. The carving is coarse and massive.

In the evening we walk around, not paying too much attention to where we are. It is easy to get around, because in fact you are always lost. When we decide it is time to head back, we just point the compass east until we reach Creek Street and then find our way home from there. Alternatively, we point west and find the ocean. As we wander, we find street corners with a dozen men standing around a television piled up on crates, watching the football (soccer) game. On another night, they are watching the basketball championships (USA lost!). On other corners, men play games, such as karem. They flick one checker (like a cue ball) on a smooth board, trying to hit another checker into the pocket. They invite us to join. We don't play, but we watch. Two spectators wander off, and we find them later as one is shaving the other's head as an impromptu barber on the side of the street.

We want to hear authentic music and dance, so spring for a dinner show at the fancy resort. The flyer promises authentic Zanzibari music. It turns out to be a bust. Instead of Zanzibari music, we hear old American tunes played on an accordion and violin, accompanied with drums and vocals. Later we learn that actually Zanzibari music absorbed these European instruments during colonial times, and traditional music is now played this way. But we still doubt that Country Road is an old Zanzibari tune.

The next night, we meet some other travelers who also want to hear some African music and dance. We head for a different resort this time. To our surprise, as we begin our dinner and the musicians arrive, they are the same group! We enjoy the dinner, and have a quiet laugh to ourselves. Later, we pass a bar with what we are looking for. We join in time for the last dance and drumming.

We take a diving and snorkeling trip. Just off Stone Town are several dive sites (Bawi Island and Pange reef). The dive shop is fully PADI certified and we have a pleasant chat with the dive master the night before. We feel pretty comfortable, even though we then walk past the boat: it looks very rickety indeed! But the trip turns out to be great; the water is clear, and the reef full of fish, corals, and sponges. Since the reefs are shallow, there are several people on the boat who just snorkel and several others who dive. That works well for us, so we are together on the boat and for lunch, though Rod goes with the scuba divers and Fran with the snorkelers.

Stone Town is nice and quaint, but we are ready for pure relaxation on the beach. Off to Bwejuu…

Zanzibar, Bwejuu

It seems that beach time is becoming a common thread through our travels. And we haven't yet made it to Goa (India), Bali (Indonesia), New Zealand, or the Great Barrier Reef. Ah, it is such a rough life...

Bwejuu is just a 1-2 hour bus ride across the island to the east side. Along the ride are several villages and small settlements. Even on just one island, cultural differences are evident. The women's dress in Stone Town is head to toe black garb, with at least head covering if not a full berka. As we drive east, the berka disappears, and then the head scarf becomes colorful. Later, the clothing itself becomes very colorful and highly patterned. On the eastern coast, the dress is still very conservative, covering head to toe, but the scarf is not always present, the cloth is very colorful, and the styles of the clothing have some variety.

The east coast has a variety of holiday destinations. Some are full scale resorts with all of the amenities. Others are party scenes. We pick the quiet and solitude (surprised?).

The Bwejuu village is poorer than dirt. Locals depend completely on the sea, with little farming. The homes are just huts made from sticks and mud, and many are in disrepair. Occasionally, there are much grander places, the homes of the landowners or the hotels for tourists. We pick a quiet, inexpensive bungalow.

A coral reef lies offshore about one half mile, with the lagoon just 1-2 meters deep. The beach is very fine coral sand --it seems like talc powder. It even gets oozy when it is wet, and then just blows away when it is dry. When the tide is out, locals wade out nearly to the reef to fish with nets, or to pick up tasty morsels. We are here during the lowest tide of the month, and see women fishing with nets in groups of 3-4, wading up to their waists in full dresses. The men go out further toward the reef, individually or in pairs.

We spend a week, and watch other travelers come and go. Mostly we watch the sunrise and sunset, and walk the beach. We resume the yoga and meditation. Unfortunately, we both also have bouts with digestive bugs, and Rod alternates chills and fevers. But we face nothing too serious, and the only real problem remains Fran's shoulder, which she injured at the Great Wall and it still has not healed properly.

One day Rod joins another traveler to swim out to the reef at high tide. Unfortunately, the other traveler is a lifeguard on leave of absence, who wants to swim to get back into shape before returning home. After two hours of pounding through the surf, he still looks quite fresh while Rod drags himself back to the bungalow! But the swim was well worth it, as the reef is shallow enough for just swimming around looking at all of the corals and fish.

Rod talks a while with the manager at the bungalows, Horace Marwa. He was an accountant at a plantation on the mainland a while back, and with a steady job and income started a large family of four children (now eleven through one and a half). But the plantation closed down and his job disappeared. Now he is drifting from job to job, and quite pessimistic about the future. He joins the ranks of the underemployed.

In Zanzibar, body painting is quite popular. Especially when getting married, a bride will have extensive painting. A local woman offers to paint Fran. The next day, Fran agrees, mostly to get a chance to ask the woman her story. Her name is Nali. Unfortunately her English is not too good, so Fran ends up with more body paint and less story. But still it is a pleasant afternoon, while Nali paints and her two children play nearby. One joins Rod, who is doing yoga, and repeatedly extorts that each exercise is "easy". Ah to be young! The toes were so much closer then!

The days go by gently. Other than the stomach bugs, we have a very pleasant stay. When Rod's fever doesn't break after two days, we return to Dar for a malaria test (which was negative). The fever disappears and we continue on our way.

Dar es Salaam


Dar es Salaam

We entered Tanzania through Dar es Salaam. Described in most tour guide books as a forgettable place without much to see, we pretty much just planned to use it as a base to get to Zanzibar, and then up to the game parks.

Indeed, Dar is not much of a tourist town. For starters, it has the worst malaria in a country where 25% of the population dies from malaria. That gets your attention! (Yes, we are taking malaria prophylactic drugs.)
Having traveled in the developing world a while now, much of Dar seems familiar. All manner of traffic is in the streets, which are a combination of paved and dirt. The sidewalks are non-existent or crumbling. Signs of prior investment, including tall modern buildings, now seem to be withering away through neglect or lack of money.

The airport is simple and tiny. We climb down the steps from the plane onto the field, and cross over to a small building. Clearing immigration is easy --the main focus of the officials seems to be to collect the duties on purchases made by Tanzanian nationals returning from Europe or the mid-east. We look through the airport front door and see the crowds of touts and hustlers, and stop to brace ourselves for the onslaught. We're back in the developing world!

The first day is spent largely on logistics. We find the ferry dock for the trip to Zanzibar, the bank, the supermarket, a gas station (for the cook stove), and the airline ticket office. We stay at a Lutheran Guest House, adjacent to the chapel.

At night, Dar does not look very inviting. The crowds are largely gone, the street unlit, and doorways and windows covered with steel. Of the people on the street, many are armed guards at specific businesses or government offices. Something tells us we ought not to venture far, so we beat a quick path back to the hotel.

In the morning we are treated to a pleasant surprise. In the chapel is a Morning Prayer service with a magnificent choir. The sound easily travels the 20 meters through the open windows. The Christian gospel with a distinctly African vocal sound is quite mesmerizing. We lie in bed quietly listening, and this becomes a daily treat.

Dar is much more diverse than I expected. There is a sizable Indian population, as well as Arab, and of course African. Once again, I am reminded of a map of the world (in the British museum) which is centered on the Indian Ocean, and it all makes sense that these are neighbors and have cross migration.

The weather is warm, but there are some strong rainstorms. Once it floods the streets enough that the hotel staff places stepping stones across the street so that guests can cross over the 3-4 inch deep water in the street. But the ground is largely sand and by morning it is clear again.

Parts of Dar es Salaam are relatively modern, including the region of embassies, ex-pats, and wealthy nationals. In the center of town, where we are staying, it is rather different. In addition to storefronts, there are numerous sidewalk merchants. Some have shacks set up from corrugated steel. Others are simply human clothes racks, people carrying a dozen shirts on hangers up the street and offering them to all passers-by. We watch people selling shoes, shirts, slacks and newspapers walking along the street, and try to imagine how anyone can earn a living that way. A man may have just three pairs of shoes to sell, so he must find a customer with the right size feet and preference in order to make a sale.

We pass by the Cultural Center, and stop in. Sometimes these are just tourist traps, but this has some very good Makonde wood carvings, painting, and other art. While looking around, we hear some drumming, and follow our ears around the back and out the door. A man motions us to come, so we round the corner and find a dozen people, some with drums and other dancing. One white woman is dancing with them. A man explains that this is a dancing class, and invites us to watch.

Those of you who have not seen African dance are missing something. If you are in Portland, there is a great African dance team (Obo Addy) that you should go see. I'm sure that our friends in Los Angeles can also find some similar place to visit. African dance cannot help but put a smile on your face. It is nothing if not fully emotional and captivating. The body movements are not graceful and delicate, but instead pounding, jarring and sensual. The drumming and singing add to the atmosphere.

We watch the dance class, and chat with the one white woman. Her father is stationed in Dar with the Foreign Service. At about twenty five years old, she has the opportunity of a lifetime. She fully immerses herself into the local cultures, taking language, dance and other classes as her dad moves to different locations. Wow! Who needs a university if you have a parent in the Foreign Service!

After the dance lesson we prepare to leave, but are a bit slow getting out. It turns out that another group has shown up to practice. They are a young but very skilled team, preparing for an exhibition in Stockholm,Sweden! Again we are invited to stay, and this dance exceeds even the one before. Three young women dance and sing while three men drum, and the elders coach and cheer. The dancers are excellent, with huge grins, great enthusiasm, and pounding movements. It is hard to stay seated.

We walk back to the hotel with big grins on our faces!

Tanzania


Tanzania

Tanzania, like much of Africa, is a relatively young nation-state. Before colonial times, the region was an indefinite area of tribes, each with their own culture, language, and leadership. Outside domination was initially Arabic, and later European. This is reflected today with a population of 40% Muslim and 40% Christian. Slave trade was a major factor during the Arabic rule, and tribes were set against each other. Portuguese and German rule was not much better, focused mostly on exploiting the people and natural wealth of the region (gold, diamonds). The British were at least able to stop the slave trading.

The First World War saw no real change in the area, although the colonial possessions were re-divided among the winners. However, after the Second World War, things were considerably different. Much as the difference between the treaty of Versailles (which was so unfair to Germany that many historians believe it led to the second World War) and the Marshall Plan (which helped rebuild Germany), after the second World War much of the colonial possessions were designated as UN protectorates, for the creation of independent nation-states.

Tanzania was unique in that it established a stable government which united the tribes. Julius Nyerere led socialist Tanzania for its first twenty years. He is criticized in the west for his authoritarian rule and poor economic policies; however he succeeded in creating one state where there was none. He mandated Kiswahili as the common language, usurping the power and authority of the tribes. An idealist, he patterned his government on ideas of African village society, which resembled small-scale communism. He blended those traditions with Marxist, Chinese, and Biblical ideas. He mandated free education, racial harmony, economic co-operation, and self-sacrifice. He was fanatical about equanimity and equality. Nyerere became a leader in the non-aligned world, especially Africa. For example, he was key in ousting the brutal dictator Idi Amin.

Nyerere's methods were not always pleasant. His policies dictated the forced relocation of many peoples. Many of the leading intellectual and educated people such as doctors fled to Europe, leaving Tanzania without knowledge and without capital.

The cold war was devastating to Africa. Each side supported brutal dictators, undermining democracy and spurning economic development. As Kissinger says in his classic textbook on Foreign Policy, stability was the number one goal. Both the USA and USSR felt a strong military leader was more stable than a democracy. The nation-building that started at the conclusion of the Second World War quickly was replaced by bad governments. (Not unlike US policy still in the mid-east, where we support Saudi and Kuwaiti dictatorships, even while saying we promote democracy).

Tanzania was one of few countries to remain un-aligned, and escape cold-war dictatorships (although Nyerere was authoritarian also). In the 1980's Tanzania moved into the next stage of nation-building, allowing multi-party government. This led to the reduction of state-owned business, fighting corruption, and the gradual creation of a private sector. The path has been very painful, with a decade of inflation rates of around 30%. For the past ten years, the economy has gradually stabilized and grown. Inflation is now down, and the GNP growth is 5% annually. But the country has remained intact.

The Tanzanian economy is largely agricultural, with coffee, tea, cloves, cotton, sisal, and cashews. Tourism is a tiny but growing segment, and provides hard currency. The National Parks and Reserves were created starting in the 50's and especially the 70's, and only recently are beginning to draw significant tourism.
Historically, Tanzania is the merger of Tanganyika and ZanzibarZanzibar has always been the reluctant partner, and still flounders. For example, the 1990's elections in Zanzibar were fraught with violence and corruption.

Today, Tanzania has free education for all, a growing economy, 25% of the land protected in parks and nature reserves, and a stable, democratic government.

While that all sounds good, the reality is still bleak. Only 50% of the population attends primary school (grades 1-8). Secondary school (9-12), which is not free and is conducted only in English, is attended by fewer than 10% of the population, virtually all boys.

The economy, while stable and growing, still has 16% unemployment and virtually 100% underemployment. Many jobs are just a couple of hours a day. 80% of the population works in agriculture, virtually all small-scale subsistence farming. Actual cash income averages just $260 per year. Barriers to development still remain. There is little transportation or financial infrastructure. For farmers, there are no price structures, and even the cash payment for crops is unreliable.

A bigger tragedy awaits. 15-25% of Tanzanians have HIV, mostly affecting the productive population age. Projections of population are startling: HIV alone has reduced the life expectancy from 61 to just 46 years. The future population will consist largely of the aged and orphaned children. Much of the productive age group will be wiped out. This future impact cannot be overstated.

Put this against the backdrop that Tanzania is one of the most successful countries in Africa, and you can understand the despair in this part of the world. By African standards, Tanzania is stable, democratic, relatively prosperous, and even a bit below average HIV infection rate. This is an area of the world that demands serious attention. Many of the problems trace to colonial times, and then to the cold war.

Economic policies continue to suppress development. Over half of all European Union expenses are subsidies to farmers, and the US farm bill this year was $14 billion. These policies of the developed world suppress agriculture in Africa. At the recent World Summit in Johannesburg (attended by all world leaders except the US), the African leadership insisted that the solution is not more food aid and more loans, but instead a relaxation of trade restrictions, allowing the Africans to compete in agriculture.

Many Tanzanians are remarkably well educated. I talked with one about the current world situation, and asked what the effect of US policy is to him. His answer was quick, and crystal clear: if Bush goes into Iraq, tourism to Tanzania stops and the economy loses all of the gains of the past twenty years. He and most of his friends will be out of work, essentially overnight, and there is no safety net. This does seem to me an extremely counterproductive way to fight the seeds of terrorism.

Africa


We headed to Africa for the natural wonders. We peeked through clouds at Kilimanjaro, went on safari in several nature parks, and generally did the nature thing.

We also saw some of the cultural aspects. Initially, we planned to visit South Africa and learn about the peaceful transition from Apartheid to majority rule. It truly has been an amazingly peaceful transition. However, we had also talked to several people from South Africa who warned that while peaceful, it is not safe from criminals. A little research on the topic seemed to back up that warning, and gave us the jitters. We had already crossed off most of the African countries, since we are being rather conservative and avoiding risks. For example, we'd love to visit the Shona tribes in Zimbabwe that do incredible stone carvings, or see the mountain gorillas in Uganda, etc. But, alas, Africa is still a pretty unstable place after centuries of colonialism and the cold war and now very poor government.

We were also quite interested in seeing ancient Egypt, but again several references have cautioned that ancient Egypt is not in Egypt, but instead was hauled off as loot to museums in Europe. More to the point though, Bush was threatening to invade Iraq at the time we would go into Egypt, and there was significant concern about that. So, we looked at ancient Egypt in the British Museum!

We were also a bit cautious about visiting an area so limited in precious resources. The eastern area of Africa which we planned to visit is now in a serious drought, with agencies estimating that 10 million to 30 million people going hungry. In that environment, how does it make sense for us to fly in as tourists and get the first rights to water?

So, we cut Africa shorter than we previously thought. In any event, we visited the nature parks and several cultural programs in Tanzania, and spent enough time to get a good feel for Tanzania, especially Arusha. We initially came to Africa to see the nature parks, and those were incredible. But in the end, as always, we particularly enjoyed interacting with the people. Our last day in Arusha was spent saying goodbyes to new friends.

Abu Dhabi

Okay, maybe just a stop at an airport doesn't really qualify for a journal entry. We were here quite a few hours, but while the immigration folks wouldn't allow us outside of the international boarding area, we did get an interesting peek at the United Arab Emirates.

Clearly, this is a wealthy place --oil has made a few Arabs very rich indeed. While poverty is an issue for most people of this region, the upper class is very privileged.

The airport provided an engaging mix of traditional cultures and styles. Many Indian nationals awaited planes to Mumbai (Bombay) or Delhi. Africans were heading all over the continent. The mix of traditional clothing, especially the women, was quite beautiful. Both Indian and African women often wear brightly colored and patterned clothes, draped elegantly. The men varied from stark white tunics, to full black coverings, or top-quality western suits. Muslim women were generally covered in black, with just hints of brightly colored dresses underneath. There was very little casual clothing, except for the few westerners. Head gear included every imaginable form, from caps to hats resembling straight sided bowls, to Muslim wraps, to scarves, berkas, and more.

We enjoyed people watching. So many places of the world have abandoned their own clothing styles, and just wear the western style clothes. This airport was alive with differences! Given the extreme levels of wealth, it was like a fashion show of the world's different cultures.