Sat 31st Dec 2011
Today is New Year's Eve! And we finally got an invite to an exclusive Swedish party in Moshi. As hard as it was, we stood them up. This is mostly because we had a better offer - a New Year's party with a doctor from the hospital, his friends and family. I later realised that it was actually a baptism. Altough I probably should've guessed this since he told us to meet him at a church at 10am...
We actually didn't know the name of the docor who invited us to his place to celebrate the christening of his granddaughter. All we know is that he travelled to Australia a few years ago and was very impressed with the generosity and hospitality of Australians. So he wanted to return the favour!
This morning was going pretty well as our rooster alarm clock woke us up. I swear he must be blind though, because he crows all bloody day! We woke up early to get ready. But Ally soon called Michael. We were now running late. Talking to Michael while he was on the phone was like talking to a patient having a 30 minute absence seizure. Nothing goes in.
Again I had no breakfast as the Swedish girls had taken my bananas. They had also taken the rest of my water and toilet paper. I thought we would get robbed by some locals in Arusha, not two retarded Swedish girls.
So after skipping breakfast we walked down the hill to the markets. On our way we saw someone wearing a helmet when riding his motor bike. First helmet sighting in 3 weeks. We missed the entire church service apart from the last 5 mins...thanks Ally. The doctor then took us to his house right in the middle of the village. He showed us around his extensive garden - he has heaps of banana trees, coffee trees and paw paws. And after Michael spilt 2 drinks and called his grand-daughter a boy...we were off to a good start.
The party was supposed to start at 11am, but because this is Tanzania...it started at 4pm. Over 150 guests came over for the party, most of them were hours late.
The food was amazing. We had goat, banana stew, heaps of rice and meat (for a change)...and this deceiving sauce which turned out to be the most spicy thing I've ever had. It destroyed my tongue and bowels.
We met heaps of locals our age. One girl was quite a character. She invited us to a New Year's party in Moshi..but after realising Michael has a girlfriend and I was catholic, she ditched us. Snob.
The day was pretty relaxed though. We just sat in a rainforest drinking Amurula listening to African music. It was also great to hear from all my friends and Michael's family that New Years was as enjoyable back home as it was here.
By the end of the night we still had no clue what the doctors name was. But after overhearing someone call him 'Dr Masawe'...we just assumed this was his name...we hope. Before he took us home, he took a leak in his garden...like all good consultants would.
We then went back to our dorm, crahed a local student party, left when we found out they were a cult and went home to count down to midnight. A great way to welcome the New Year.
Justin
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