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DR and Done!

Today marks our first day of, well, no work. We’re done! No research, no class, no papers- the academic portion of SFS is over! So let me catch you up on the end of DR.

We finished our DR papers earlier this week. As I mentioned, I wrote mine on domestic tourism. How and why levels of national park visitation are low; why educational programming during national park visits should be increased and how TANAPA could go about doing so. (TANAPA= Tanzanian National Park service). In my opinion, I believe there is no reason for increasing domestic tourism if people aren’t getting a significant increase in environmental and wildlife knowledge from going. You can’t expect before to become experts on elephants just by watching the huge animals eat leaves. People, and my research indicates especially adults, need participatory learning programs, like lectures and discussions, critical thinking exercises, and interactive guide tours. Currently TANAPA doesn’t have any such programming, just day and night safaris, walking safaris and picnic lunches.

So in our group’s Environmental Policy: Community Awareness presentation, I had a lot to tell TANAPA.

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At first we were worried that no one would come. Our community presentation is designed to update all the local stokeholds- for neighbors, to schools, to wildlife parks- about our most recent research. Soon enough, the room filled up.

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Wonder what they thought of our arts and crafts.

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Each group went through their presentation; my group had to what till last. Other groups focused more on wildlife: they did awesome reports on species diversity, species associations, bushmeat hunting and many other topics. And they presented well, even through a freak-thunder storm which all but drowned out our translator.

I think our presentation went really well to, expect for one tiny detail: TANAPA- who I did my research largely for- didn’t care to show up. Fine. Today I’m just going to have to bring my research to you. While every else goes shopping I’m going to run over to the TANAPA offices and deliver printed copies of my paper to the wardens. They could have had a nice, colorful powerpoint summarizing the key findings. Now they can tussle with my 36 pages of “I have found what TANAPA is doing isn’t working in terms of community education.”

But even if TANAPA doesn’t give me the time of day, DR was an incredible experience. I have a more solid foundation in field work and paper write up now. And much more confidence. And friends. I feel like I matter to the people here, and they give me a reason to want to come back. Here I am with two of my friends who helps us translate during DR; Joyce on the right and Floridi on the left. I miss them already. Two days!

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Location: Rhotia, Tanzania

Still Looking for the Southern Cross

On one of my first nights in Kenya, my dad suggested I look for the Southern Cross amongst the constellations in this hemisphere. Tomorrow, we are leaving for Tanzania, and I still haven’t found it.

It’s hard to believe that after this, the next time I’ll be in Kenya will be at the Nairobi Airport for the flight home. I’ve come to think of my life here like summer house might feel. I’ve never had one, but I imagine you get to feel comfortable in your home away from home. You explore the neighborhood  find your favorite coffee shop and begin to know which neighbors will appear on which block as you walk around the town. You note little things: this particularly sweet smelling flowerplot, these funny looking cracks in the side walk. You get used to the sunrises, which are the same sun as back home but somehow newer and more beautiful each day. You take comfort in the blanket of pin-prick stars that tucks you in at night. Your mind weaves a quilt of smaller memories from this place,and you wrap it around yourself. But it’s a summer home, and you’re hitting the snooze button curled in your quilt of moments, dreading the time when you have to wake up to reality. Summer vacations end, because as familiar as you’ve become to a place, it isn’t yours. Not forever.
So tomorrow morning I’m getting up at five for one last walk beneath Mt. Kilimanjaro, a shower and hopefully one more chance to cook breakfast with the staff I’ve come to love. At 6:30 we eat and at 7 we leave. Off to a new country, a new adventure, new memories waiting to be woven and patched in.
But for now, I’m still looking for the Southern Cross.

Location: Kimana, Kenya