I have found the most beautiful beach I have ever been to on Lake Tanganyika and it is in Kigoma, Tanzania. Last weekend I packed up the boys and bunch of food and headed south towards the Tanzanian border with hopes, aspirations and lots of diapers. I asked Gideon to make us enough food for the weekend so that all I would have to do is heat it up, so cooking was something that I would not have to concern myself with. On the way, there were sections of road that were so bad that I had the tires of our car a few inches in the air multiple times. The suspensions on those Toyota Spacios don’t articulate as much as one would like, but nevertheless we succeeded in traversing the worst of it with minimal damage.
When we were entering Tanzania John said to me, “Dad, everybody there in Tanzania is going to notice us.” I asked him what he meant by this and he said, “…because we look different.” I told John that he was right that we looked different, but his comment made me curious so I asked him, “How do we look different John?” He replied, “…we have new haircuts!!” He is so right! We are going to stand out so much! (Un)fortunately John has not figured out that he is white yet and that is the real reason that we stand out. Perhaps it is because I tell him that when people yell ‘muzungo’ at us it means ‘Canadian.’ Maybe it’s time I tell him the truth.
Tanzania was great. Everyone in Kigoma speaks Kiswahili and a few speak English. Since I know no Swahili at all I could actually do better in Kirundi than Swahili (better meaning simply great people and say thank you and stuff like that). I love going to new places and meeting different people who speak other languages. Some people find it annoying when communication is such a barrier but I find it fun. Yeah, I’m one of those weird people…there are not many of us around. I think we are a dying breed…kind of like long-haired rockers from the 80’s who liked AC/DC and Firebirds…we are both doomed to extinction.
Jakobsen’s Guest House was awesome. We stayed in a small cabin just a stone’s throw from the lake and had a great time. The boys absolutely loved it. Every morning we woke up to monkeys all over the place. They were on the roof, on our table, and in all the trees surrounding our cottage. We went down to the beach several times a day to build sand castles and swim around. I met some Germans on the beach who lived in Kigoma. They said that for vacations they go to Bujumbura. I almost laughed out loud! I asked them why on earth they would decide to go to Bujumbura for a vacation and they said that there are awesome restaurants and interesting places to see. Wow, things must be really bad in Kigoma. Just when you think that you are in a really hard place to live, you meet some hard-core Germans who show you otherwise. I guess trading vacation spots is a testimony to both places, both positive and negative. Like I said earlier, Kigoma has an amazing beach and that is what drew us there. Every place that one lives has positives and negatives…except for Canada…because Canada is pure awesomeness, and maybe I’ll throw in there Costa Rica as well (one of my favorite countries in the world).
The trip was fun and we did end up seeing all the animals we wanted to: monkeys, zebras, antelope and a baboon. We were lucky with the baboon. John really wanted to see one, but we didn’t during our whole stay in Tanzania. We were driving home to Bujumbura and by chance saw a baboon run across the road. John was delighted!