Our last days in Musoma with Go MAD (Go Make a Difference volunteer organization) were rewarding and of course involved hard work.
I went to church on our last Sunday. Lots of dancing, singing and improvised activities. Of course everything was in Swahili except for the songs we (the volunteer) sang. The sermon seemed to go on and on. Then I found out he had only just done church announcements!! OMG. When Sunday school started, we all joined (to skip the actual sermon) but the teacher never showed up so we played Duck Duck Goose and Red Light Green Light in a huge field overlooking Lake Victoria. That is my kind of Sunday school.
On our last day they made the Morgan family projects especially hard so we would leave wiped out!! After starting another goat shed, then planting trees in the afternoon, and using poor shoveling form throughout, I definitely wrecked myself so mission accomplished :) To think I even started the day with a group run, in brutal air quality, with little bugs in our face in both directions. Not my wisest decision. I was tired before I even picked up a shovel!!
On our last evening we walked up the big rock behind the volunteer center to watch the sunset. These students will stay for two more months. Power to them. I’m tired, fulfilled, and ready to get back into non-shoveling exercise routines.
Leaving Musoma we were driven 3.5 hours to the Mwanza airport. The tiniest of airports. I’m assuming all the other passengers got there early, like us, because the flight left 30 minutes early. Who does that?? Air Tanzania. No complaints. We landed in Dar Es Salaam two hours later. The capital. Second fastest growing city in the world. 70% Muslim (boy did I guess that wrong). Coastal city. And as it turns out, the host of the African Energy Summit happening on the exact same days/night we were in town. All of Africa’s heads of states were in town. Good thing we made that hotel reservation long ago. The whole town was booked up. Must have been a safe time to be in Dar since given the city was covered in helicopters, military tanks, police, snipers and motorcades. We embraced Marriott luxuries that seemed so foreign and a world apart from where we had come.
We dialed up the luxury (and dissonance) one more notch as we left Dar, flew to Doha, and spent a night in the Doha airport hotel. We are taking our time getting to India instead of opting for a sleep-destroying itinerary.

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