My idea was to get into Iringa every now and then, to try to stay connected, but there were so many other things to do, so change of priorities kind of. (And a crap internet connection not worth to travel in an overcrowded dala dala for)
I came home yesterday, and am still trying to sort all the impressions from my journey. I've had moments of total happiness, fullfillment, grief, exhaustion, loneliness and so much more...
Where do I start to tell? The first night in Dar, the incredible bus journey through half of Tanzania, on spagetthi like roads, the warm welcome in the orphanage, the mother who died from her kids, the pre school, the teaching, the tears of joy and sorrow or Zanzibar?
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