Mbulu: Defensive Driving and Operating a Knife
Mbulu: Defensive Driving and Operating a Knife.
The way they drive in Tanzania… it is truly amazing. It is a developing country thing… If I were to try to explain what is in each driver’s mind it would be, ‘I drive fast and I have no idea what I am doing. I am going to honk my horn when I make any moves so that you can be prepared for whatever I am doing that I should not be doing.’ “HONK!” ‘A good… you saw me and got your vehicle out of the way…’
But everyone is ready for it here. People automatically practice Defensive Driving in anticipation of anything and everything happening. If I drove a vehicle like that in Europe or North America it would mean death. People at home would not know how to react to a situation where they came over a hill and two cars were coming towards them, one of the vehicles in their lane. They would not be ready for Defensive Driving. An accident and likely death would occur. But here, everyone is ready for it all of them time. So, they survive it. Defensive Driving works. It is lunacy to drive here, but it works…
I went to meet up with Paulo today and spent the day hanging out with him. Paulo and I started making arrangements to go and see the Hadza tribe of hunter/gatherers tomorrow, somewhere in the mountains two hours away from here. He had a discussion with a group of the other elders in town about the best way to get me there.On the way to Paulo’s he pointed out a place where there was clothing on top of some isolated bushes. He said, “In those bushes the people are mixing the sex. Other people come…chase away. They leave clothes when…run away.”
The Mbulu way of saying ‘Thank you’ in Iraqw language is “Naas.” The locals nearly choke on their coffee in laughter hearing a Caucasian foreigner saying it back to them. I sure am glad that I came to Mbulu. It may turn out to be the most interesting decision I make in Tanzania. People here are wonderful. Just saying hello to them brings giant smiles. Every now and then I feel an evil eye on me, but it is very infrequent. And the best part is that no one hassles me for money or tries to make business with me. People are amazed to see me walking along the dirt streets, and the stare in curiosity, but there seems to be no discrimination towards me. What a great little town.
* A soda, such as a Coke in a glass bottle is $0.30. I have not drank soda for years because of health conscientiousness, but I now have a two ‘Stony Tangawizi’ ginger-beer soda habit a day. Frick that drink is good!