Harmony School, 1998, Page 110

Description:	Adventure-Tia AndersonHello Everybody,What is the definition of adventure? Adventure absolutelymust be a combination of both wonderful and terrible happenings. Inthe end, theres always a good story to tell. Therefore I come to theconclusion that adventure is indeed, good.I have been in Africa for five months now, Kenya for four ofthose months. Kenya is a rough country to live in, physically andmentally. Although my first semester left me frustrated with thecenter of Kenya it also left me with a deeper and betterunderstanding of myself and who I am.I spent Christmas here in Machakos, Kenya with six otherstudents. We had a very nice little potluck dinner by candlelight. Thenext morning, three days before the elections, four of us left forHarare, Zimbabwe. Our goal was to get there by New Years Eve. Wenever really ended up celebrating however. If you follow on a map,you can see how I traveled and how far.(The above map shows Tias circuitous route, good luck tracking herprogress: Beginning in (1) Machakos, she headed south to (2) Harare,then north to (3) Dar Es Salam, west to (4) Mbeya, then south to (5)Lilongwe. Lost yet? Just hang in there, she headed south to (6)Blantyre, southwest back to (7) Harare (see 2). Ok,so now itsbeginning to make sense-- she then veered south to (8) JoBerg,further south to (9) Pietermeritzberg, then southeast to (10) Durban,southwest to (11) Injasuti Natal National Park, followed by a movenorth to (12) Victoria Falls, northeast to (13) Malawi, and finallynortheast to (14) Nairobi. Note, these are the current names forplaces; your atlas may show the colonial names.)We went by bus from Nairobi to Dar Es Salam, Mbeya, the border townbetween Southern Tanzania and Malawi. We immediately hopped onanother bus across the border and down to Lilongwe, Malawi. It tookabout seven hours in the bus, in the middle of the night, the first fourhours were spent on a dirt road that you wouldnt believe. Therewere more potholes than smooth road and with our luck, the onlyseats left when we boarded were the rear seats on a big bus. Weliterally bounced off our seats anywhere from an inch to four feet atleast every two minutes for four straight hours. Sustainingconsiderable lower back damage, I crept gladly off the bus once inLilongwe as we lugged our bags into the nearest hotel in an attempt toescape the early morning bus station hassles.At the motel we paid the equivalent of 60 cents each tostore our bags in a room for about four hours, take a shower there anda nap. After finding some food, washing and resting, our bus toBlantyre, the next town was ready, another seven hour trip. FromBlantyre to the border town of Mozambique, where we abruptly gotkicked off the bus because we had no visa for Mozambique, somethingwhich could not be obtained at the border and through no amount ofpleading, crying and bribing by us or several passengers, could we get
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