Yay! Thought this would be a good idea, to blog my ideas and happenings and make it easier to share with you all.

Day 3 today in Moshi. Severely sunburnt on the back of my neck (rookie mistake I know) and weary of locals badgering me and trying to rip me off! I'm going to keep this blog like a diary and try not to filter too much out.

I've learnt my lesson not to trust people too easily, I basically dealt with someone (Justice) who posed as a tour company manager and settled with him a safari trip and a day tour to Marangu. Only to find he overcharged me, and in the process of getting the money I had overpaid back, I found the real manager, who told me very openly that Justice had scammed him and his partner. He had been withholding the total amount of money from them which they were supposed to share the profit out (3 ways supposedly). They paid me back what I was owed and I still was guaranteed my 4 day safari to the Serengeti.

I've only left the UK for 4 days and I have seen enough chaos, corruption, disregard for rules, regulation, and time keeping to last me for a very very long time!!

It's tints my experience entirely! But this is life I guess. The raw truth of it all.

On another note, I had a great day yesterday, all my photos I took with my camera so can't upload them I'm afraid.
I went to Marangu village in a 'dhalla dhalla' a mini-van type bus that gets stuffed full of people before it leaves. I was accompanied by a guide, Bonny who was a genuinely good guy, no fancy pansy.

We went to see the Chagga Chagga museum, the native tribes of kili and it was really interesting. I wish I can post the photo of their circular wooden and straw huts which housed 2 cows and still had room for a burning fire and 2 beds.

There was a pig hut nearby, and piglets too! They caused too much of an odour to farmed closer to the houses.

We walked down to a waterfall and then walked back into the village for lunch. We walked ALOT yesterday. Their only transport in the village is motorbike or the dhalla dhalla. I didn't see any bicycles strangely, probably because its so hilly. Ur better off just walking and carrying your load on your head!

We walked past a group of school children, they all said hello and wanted to shake my hand. They asked for sweets which I had none and then they asked for pens. (This was translated by Bonny). Pens. Not toys or the latest gadget, but pens. The most basic thing to an education. So today I bought 20, and they will go to those who ask for it.