I had very little idea of what to expect arriving in Dar Es Salaam on a pitch black tuesday night. I had never visited the African continent before and my expectations where weaved by a thin string of National Geographic wildlife photography and relief effort images shown on the news.
As we sped into the night with the doors locked through the poorer districts of this east african metropolis i braced for two weeks of foreign experiences.
A million red suns toiling in dusty afternoons, this country of Children runs on a different clock. An environment and attitude so foreign it will make you stop in your tracks and marvel at the slow chaotic rhythm of a proud people living in unbelievable poverty.
Every preconception i had about Africa was both reinforced and challenged. The chasm between rich and poor, between lush and barren left me both cynical and optimistic. Tanzania is a country of colors. Where you go to, and who you speak to, will show you a different part of the spectrum.
This is a place for me to share messages from the trail, dashes of inspiration and pictures from my camera. It’s for family & friends, and anyone else who spends most of the year laboring away infront of their screens.
It’s a celebration of those fleeting moments when we get to pack our bags, go to the airport and explore.