Getting a Driver's License

So Tuesday morning I woke up and got ready for work. About 10 minutes before departure time I discovered that my roommate Alison was sick and so would not be driving to work, meaning I needed to take the car and drive. Never done that before in Tanzania. Never driven on the right side of the car and the left side of the road. Never driven in a place where motorcycles outnumber cars 20 to 1 with even more bicycles and pedestrians.
So I started my journey, picking up two Tanzanian colleagues on the way, both choosing to sit in the back seat. I don’t think I drew breath the entire 20 minute drive to the office. I did fine, other than almost hitting a motorcycle, but not too bad I thought. When I got out of the car I was trembling and could barely walk, such was the nervous energy. I almost burst into tears. So this had been the planned day to go to the police station in an attempt to get my driver’s license. But I was not in the mood. The plan was to go with the Tanzanian office help. I sincerely hoped he would just forget.
He didn’t. Right after morning prayers he said “Are you ready?” I nodded in pretense and tried to rev myself up for what lay ahead. So, after pleading for money for some office mates (I had accidentally left all mine at home which would be needed to get the license), we head out into the great unknown. We drove to the office, then waited for about 30 minutes for the license guy to come. I have begged for prayers from about 5 people at this point, and am starting to feel a bit better. So he comes, and asks me if I know all the Tanzanian road signs. Now I have only ever seen about 2 road signs in this country, but I figured confidence would go a long way, so I nodded courageously with a smile and affirmed that I did. After he questioned me on a few, which I successfully explained, he asked if I could drive a manual. Again, I figured confidence would take me a long way. Now I do indeed know how to drive manual, it’s just that I have never done so with my left hand. But I firmly explained that I have driven stick since I have known how to drive.
He wanted proof. So we go back to the office and plead a car off another colleague so I can take the driver’s test. What I end up with is MASSIVE, probably the largest thing I’ve ever driven. So we go back to the station, the officer hops in the car, and we cruise the town. I continually turn on the windshield wipers instead of the blinker. It is hot and I am absolutely sweating bullets. My blouse is wet down to the elbows with sweat. We go to the bus station, and he hops out to do who knows what, then returns and we head back to the station. Go back into his office, and he tells me I have succeeded. But in order to get my license, I must first go to the tax place and get my learner’s license. Learner’s license. Please take a moment and appreciate that.
So, back in the car and to the tax place to get the learner’s license, then back to the office to make photocopies of all pertinent documents. An hour later, back in the car (the small one now) and back to the station. Documents signed and stapled, oh, and with a personal request from the officer for one of my passport pics (denied), and then back to the tax office. Line, forms, and then I have the license…almost. It has not yet been stamped and signed.
My part is done though. Wednesday the office help went back to the station and got the stamp and signature, so now I am ever so official, though still a bit intimidated driving here.
So that’s my story, and I am so thankful. Thankful that God gave me the strength to go, thankful that I didn’t burst into tears at any point (which was a serious possibility), thankful I had a friend to go with me, thankful that I was actually able to drive stick with my left hand, thankful that I now have a driver’s license.

Settling In

One week ago Wednesday I arrived in Musoma and have been starting my new life here. My house is wonderful and my roommate a lot of fun. So here’s the lowdown:

My First Furniture! That’s right folks, up to this point the only piece of furniture I have actually owned is a bookcase that my father made for me when I was about 10. And I do love that bookshelf, but how much fun to have something made especially for me (pictures to follow). I got both a bedside table and a dresser made and both turned out really well. Nothing hugely special, but very fitting for my needs, a good cost, and it’s MY furniture. At age 27, I have finally taken this step. Now my things have a place and my room is beginning to feel lived in.

An Office Job: I have to admit, when signing up with this organization, I didn’t really picture myself sitting at a desk all day, but alas, that is how a good portion of my time will be spent. I am finding the transition to the 40 hour workweek a challenge. Those of you in medical residency, I do apologize; I know you work 80-100 hour work weeks. But for me, leaving at 8am and getting home around 5:45pm is definitely something new. Add into that working in Swahili and the steep learning curve in my job, I return home utterly exhausted and a bit anti-social. Hopefully this will improve as I adjust to the new schedule.

Things I love about living here:
• Fresh fruits and veggies, cheap! I can buy massive avocados, loads of fresh tomatoes, the yummy tiny bananas, and scrumptious pineapples. Yippee!
• Visitors: I live on an orphanage compound and the ladies who care for the children come over and visit. Also kids from my roommate’s Sunday School class come over. It’s nice to have people just drop by and have a cup of tea. It’s also good for my Swahili.
• Greeting: Greeting people is really important here. That means everyone you see who you know, you need to ask them how their work, family, home, etc, are. This can take some time, but I like it and it makes you feel like people care.
• The cows! There are cows on the compound to provide milk for the kids. They just roam around, and I love it. I love sitting down with my coffee in the morning and seeing a cow wander past my window. I wonder if this will ever cease to amuse me.

The Hard Things
There are some difficult things as well. It’s a new place, and of course I don’t feel like I fit quite yet. I’m very timid to go out and about by myself and can get to shy to talk to people. We live pretty far away from most of the other missionaries, making it difficult to connect during the week, especially because it isn’t very safe to drive at night. Swahili kinda kicks my butt; I’m learning, but it’s still very frustrating to not be able to participate because I have no idea what’s going on. The tasks that lie ahead of me can easily overwhelm me. There is so much that I don’t know. I am the newest person in the project, so this feeling is compounded because no one is in the “totally new person” boat with me. This is humbling.

So that’s about it for now. Thanks for listening /reading. Write me an email too and I just might write you back!

Beginnings

Well my friends, I have finally decided to join the host of others and start my own blog. These first few months in Tanzania, for many reasons including a stolen computer and generally shoddy internet, I have felt rather out of touch with people from home. And so upon the recommendation of various people, I have decided to start this little blog. My hope is that through this outlet, I will be able to share with you stories about my life here, rather than save them all up until I next see you. I'm also hoping perhaps it will encourage you to send me emails:)
And so with the beginning of 2010 begins this new blog, thoughts from my life in Tanzania and hopefully a few pictures to go along with it.