April 21, 2012. I’m on my way to Kilwa Masoko to see the ancient ruins of Kilwa Kisani. Our bus has broken down. So I’m enjoying what might now be my favorite pastime: waiting.
And while I’m waiting I’m beginning to wonder about Tanzanians. Throughout my trip I’ve always liked to chat with the locals – on the bus, in the shops, waiting whereever. But here every youngish man I exchange more than five sentences with seems compelled to ask whether I’d like to have sex with him and is very surprised that the answer is No.
Why? My friend Luke would probably rave about how wonderfully open Africans [sic] are in their sexuality. I find it disconcerting; disgusting if those guys want to jump me just because I’m a single white female. Whatever happened to chemistry?
So now I’m not only waiting for the bus but also to get back to Dar where – as far as youngish Tanzanian men are concerned – my fiance is.
Walking Home, week 16: Full circle
Day 106 - to Villaines-en-Duesmois At breakfast we talk about my route from Vougrey. I mention that on the way to Lyon I will pass very close to the Abbaye Fontanay, but do not yet know whether I want to afford
Walking Home, week 15: Groundhog day
I had expected that by now the harsh July heat would make walking difficult. Instead, I go through rain shower after rain shower, rainy day after rainy day. At least I am lucky and several times wonderful families welcome me
Walking Home, week 14: Where are you going?
Day 92 - to Besançon I'm at breakfast at half past seven, because I'm afraid that one eats early in the monastery and that there will be no more food for me if I come too late. But my fear is