Goodbye Tanzania!

Was it really 5 months ago that we were packing up our final boxes and saying our goodbye's back in Tanzania?! With all that that entailed and the settling in process at this end, these next few updates might be a little overdue! 

The end of the first term in Dodoma and the girls last day at CAMS was Sports Day. Abigail had lots of fun competing and Naomi's class came along to watch. For the first time in years and years, the yellow team won (spot the colour of Abigail's t-shirt), so it was a perfect end to our time as a family at CAMS!

It was also probably one of the hardest days in the way of goodbye's as well, even though by this point we had already said goodbye to the majority of our MAF friends. Teachers and friends at CAMS, made up a large part of our Dodoma life, both Tanzanian and Ex-pat and there were lots of them to say goodbye to and tears on all sides! 

When we got home after Sports Day, we had to say one of the hardest goodbye's ... to our House Mama, Maria. She was most definitely part of our family and with her limited education and no means to travel, one of the hardest people to keep in touch with. For Jenny, it was the second time she has had to say goodbye to her and it didn't get any easier.

The following day all we had to achieve was the safe collection of our belongings and the final few goodbye's. In true Tanzanian style this did not go off as planned. In fact, at an already extremely stressful time for us, it probably couldn't have got any worse. Instead of a 9am pick-up, the team and truck didn't arrive until 5pm. The truck was too small and there wasn't another one available. 

A good friend had to frogmarch the driver to their local depot and proceeded to sit on a pile to tyres while waiting for them to sort it all out! The new truck had no breaks or fuel so had to be fitted with both and so in the dark and after the girls were in bed, they finally loaded our belongings onto the truck below. Having driven through the previous night and then seeming to be extremely spaced out, we confiscated the keys from the driver until the following morning. Driving on the Dar road is dangerous enough without them having to drive through the night once again.

As we had spent so much time waiting and on the phone trying to sort out the collection of our stuff, unfortunately the final goodbye's that we had planned for that last day never had came about and there were some really lovely friends that we never had the opportunity to farewell as a result. 

However, the end was inevitable and very early on the Sunday morning we slipped out of town almost unnoticed, except for one of our favourite guards who came to say goodbye. Having lived at the bottom of Lion Rock for so long we drove by it for the last time.

Before the mammoth trip across the world to Australia we took a few, much needed, days out at the beach in Dar Es Salaam. Having some time to take stock as a family and also just have some fun after such an emotional roller coastal of the previous weeks and months.

We visited some of our favourite spots one last time and then just concentrated on having fun ahead of the hard work that we knew was to come, settling in Australia. As you can see we definitely succeeded with the latter!

On Wednesday 8th October, we bid farewell to Tanzania and all the work, memories and friendships ... ready for the next adventure!

Choices, choices, choices!!!??!!??

Being a missionary and have also been to All Nations Christian College (for those not in the know, it is a Bible College with mission as the main focus), we have heard many a story about missionary life abroad, what to expect during transition and how things will change when you finally go back to your passport culture.

One of the examples that we have been told, by lecturers, mission sending agents and missionaries who have come back home, is the culture shock of walking into a supermarket after years of buying your food from a market stall or a small corner shop. Your choice was limited to what they had in stock that day/week/month. For a lot of missionaries, things like butter, cheese, bacon and chocolate are luxuries that, either you can't buy or were just too expensive on such a limited wage. Then, on returning to a 'First World Culture', you are faced with SO much choice. 

Have you ever counted how many different brands of butter/margarine there are in your local store? Now imagine that your only choice for the last X number of years was a margarine that is so nasty, even the ants won't go near it, and now you find yourself faced with a chiller full of choice and you are left trying to remember what it was you had all those years ago. Then you still have the rest of the supermarket to look through. We have heard of people just standing in front of the chiller section crying or they have had to walk out with nothing before they have a panic attack.

This was not the case for me (Mark) when we moved from Tanzania to Australia. Even though we are still on the 'mission field' and are in a different culture, I found that food shopping at the local supermarket has not been too bad, even a pleasure to have access to different options again. So why am I writing this? As a bloke, my panic attack happened when I went to the local hardware store (which isn't big by any stretch of the imagination!) to buy a few things to work on the house we are renting. It was just simple things like a padlock, some screws, nuts & bolts, a few tools (to replace those that I had left behind or were still in transit) and a garden sprinkler. Simple yes ... no. 

There was just too much choice. So many brands (most of which I didn't recognise) with so many variations, that it got too much. In the end I left with only half of the things on my list and most of those had to be taken back because they ended up being the wrong anyway.

Things have now calmed down a bit since we first arrived, but I still feel a lot of pressure often when purchasing something quite simple. So I just want to finish off by saying ... be aware of those who are returning from the mission field (either short term or for good), that sometimes the choices that you find so simple and easy, could possibly be the 'straw-that-breaks-the-camels-back' for them. Help them out, recommend things or brands that you use and just be there for them when it all gets a bit too much.