| Family is posing with the "yayas" (means maids in Swahili) |
| Beautiful scenery in the morning |
| When there is no television, you find other ways to entertain yourself.. |
I did not want to leave my world of luxuries, and visit a place with no internet, no television, and most important - a place where my smartphone would not show the all-important three signal bars! It was an unfathomable thought, and despite arguing with my parents, the inevitable had to occur. As the days passed, my trip to Tanzania, East Africa, was approaching. Tanzania was the place where my parents and their parents grew up. It was always a dream of my father to take all of us there in order to reconnect and learn where our roots were formed. For me, a beach trip to the Bahamas would have sufficed.
My arrival at the airport only seemed to confirm my initial view about a third world country. Although, as one see above, it is hard not to fall in love with the place. I could not stop gazing at the beautiful, luscious, green vegetation, and natural wonders of a place so undiluted with man made constructions, that we were familiar with in America. However, the red bumpy and sandy roads eventually changed, and transformed to a smooth tarmac road as we approached the capital of Dar es Salaam. I was astonished to see the contrast of modern buildings next to the miles of untouched areas of the land.
It was at that point that my thought processes about this adventure seemed to change. We were greeted by relatives that I had never seen before. There living standards were much lower than ours, nowhere was there a cell phone, nor did I see a color TV, or any modern appliances. The flats in which they lived in were old, with cracked doors, and windows that appeared frail and thin. Yet, to my astonishment, they seemed to be quite content, happy and secure. How could such poverty and lack of amenities create so much satisfaction and inner peace?
As I slept cloaked under a mosquito net, I anxiously pondered about what I saw that day. It was the humble and good natured behavior of my own relatives that forced me to question my own feelings and selfish demeanor towards my everyday expectations in life. How could I crave for all the luxury amenities that the west had to offer and how could I complain about the smallest inconveniences when most of the world lived in such deprived conditions. This contrast in lifestyle caused me to drastically alter my views during the trip. Flying back to America, the in-flight movies and meals did not seem to matter anymore.







