It’s Christmas Eve and it doesn’t even feel like it!
I looked everywhere in Antigua for a Santa Claus hat. Whenever I asked people where I could find one, I was always directed to the main outdoor market. The place was sprawling with holiday spirit!
I found plenty of Santa hats but none that could fit my big noggin. Finding a big fluffy red one required going into Guatemala City, which I didn’t have time for.
Christmas in Monterrico!
For me, Christmas without the cold weather and snow is like having Oreos without the milk. It’s like a hamburger without any fries. The Australians always tell me the opposite, they can’t imagine having a cold Christmas. This particular Christmas was gonna be a hot one and I couldn’t wait! Laura, Ellie, Carly, Mark, Valerio, Marco, Katie, and I organized a private shuttle about two hours drive to the Pacific Coast. Our destination: Playa Monterrico! Monterrico is a beachside village with slate black sand made of volcanic ash. The shores are torrential with consistently strong waves. The dark color of the sand heats as the sun rises over. During midday, the sand is scorching hot; too hot to stand on. The heat from it rises and boils Monterrico like a giant sauna. We arrived to Monterrico just before sunset on Christmas Eve.
The eight of us checked into a hostel resort called Johnny’s Place, one of the higher rated spots in the area. We walked around the villa and it really is the place to be! Tons of huts, pools, hammocks, and chairs to lounge on. We put away our bags and went to the outdoor restaurant near the beach. The mosquitos were biting! Thankfully, Johnny’s Place was smart enough to sell mosquito repellent to their guests. We sprayed it up as we began to drink and feast! It was only 7pm, so we still had ways to go before midnight officially struck.
What’s great about this particular group of volunteers is that they’re easy people. We evenly split the costs of everything between the eight of us: drinks, foods, and even our rooms. Although majority of us shared a dorm, the Italians were stuck in a private room in which we just split everything evenly. It made life easier that way. Plus, still it was fairly cheap. We went up on the drinks and casually moved over to a hangout hut just a few meters away. There we met a separate group of volunteers, all from Germany including one named Lionel. We merged our groups and played a massive game of “Werewolf”. Afterwards, Lionel joined my group over to another bar next door. Carly spotted a silly excuse for a Christmas tree there but thought it was festive enough to have a holiday group photo!
The bar we went to was situated on a rooftop which was perfect for the night. It was too dark to see the ocean but you could hear the sounds of crashing waves booming in the background of the salsa music that was playing. Still it didn’t feel like Christmas Eve at all. I’m not used to all this heat during the holidays yet!
As the hours went by, we began to realize that even though it wasn’t officially Christmas here in Monterrico, Guatemala, that it was Christmas in our respective countries. The Australians were first, followed by the Italians, and at 11pm in Guatemalan time, it was Christmas back home in Michigan. Everytime we announced it was Christmas in our home countries, we toasted and cheered! Soon enough, midnight hit and fireworks went off along the beach. Everything that night was more than amazing!
The next morning, I was feeling it. I had a little headache but it was the good kind of headache knowing it came from a really great night. Katie and I woke up a little after dusk and walked along the beach. The sun was in the beginnings of its intensifying rays as our feet sunk into the thick gravels of dark ash. Sizeable pelicans flew by across the shore scoping for their morning breakfast. During the morning, the ashy sand is cool enough to walk on. The waves left blankets of thick white foam among the crests. It was Christmas day and it was going to be a good one.
Even though some of us weren’t feeling well from the night before, we still had an appetite, albeit a small one, for breakfast. I heard a vanilla banana smoothie does wonders for hangovers, so I ordered one of those. But it wasn’t until we decided to go into the water that my small hangover went away. I discovered the cure to hangovers! Those waves in Monterrico knocked the hangover right out of me! Those waves were freakishly strong!
The tide was so brutal that it literally swept you off your feet and pulled your whole body into the currents. It was advised to not go out too far into the ocean or else you could get trapped out there. At times I felt like I was stuck, but in these kind of currents it’s best to just relax and not fight it. Flow with it!
Later on, a group of volunteers from Antigua joined us on the beach. Roxy and Hanni among others. The sand started to become too hot to walk on. Our plans to play soccer and volleyball during the afternoon were put on hold. It was so hot that the sand made the air and everything around it sweltering. I’m known for doing dumb things, so I challenged Hanni to see who can withstand the sand the longest between us. We weren’t even out there for 20 seconds before we caved. We felt our feet burning for a long time afterwards. Don’t do what we did!
It was so hot out that all of us stayed under the huts, lounging on the cushions and hammocks. What a relaxing holiday!
Lionel volunteered here in Monterrico with the sea turtle rescue project. He knew of a place, about five minutes walking distance into the village that served cheap but tasty food. We followed his lead and went on. There we spotted a litter of puppies, barely a couple of weeks old scattered among the village. I’m a sucker for cute animals.
It was midday and the suns heat began to lessen a bit. The sand was still burning, but now it was bearable as long as you didn’t stand in one place for too long. It was perfect for volleyball because it forced everyone to move around. It was team Mark vs team Valerio. I was on Valerio’s side and we ended up losing by two points. It made for a great game though.
My group I came with only planned on staying one and night and headed back to Antigua at 4pm on Christmas day and what a Christmas it was. Pure relaxation and fun under the Pacific sun. Thanks for hanging out with us Lionel!
This was the best Christmas gift I’ve gotten this year and I’m glad I got to spend it with such a great group of people.
It’s not just the places that make a trip unforgettable, but more so the people you meet along the way.
I’ve met a wealth of interesting characters over my years of wandering Earth and there are a few of them who I’ve become really good friends with. Most of the time I travel alone but never am I really alone. I always meet individuals who are just like me in one particular aspect: a strong will to experience a totally different world. Here in Antigua, Guatemala, I was fortunate to meet a whole crew of new characters who are nothing but kind and are here for all the right reasons.
The night I arrived home from Semuc Champey, I met Uma, reunited with Katie, and met three other new volunteers who would live with me at Olga’s house: Carly (Australia) and sisters Ellie and Laura, both from Australia as well. I met them and the three were quite receptive and happy to meet me. I felt a good vibe off of them almost instantly. They mentioned going out to dinner and said we had to meet a few more new volunteers underneath the famous yellow arch near the park.
At the arch I met another new housemate of mine. His name is Jacob (Canada). Before getting something to eat, we all went to a wine house near the arch. We sat in the squared center, in the spotlight of hoards of aging wine and toasted to new memories in Guatemala. A few minutes later, three more new volunteers came to join us. Three Italian dudes Mark, Marco, and Valerio. The three of them live in a separate homestay but planned on joining us that evening.
The ten of us enjoyed dinner at a nearby restaurant and introduced ourselves and what we did back home. Afterwards, we went to another spot called Monoloco where Mark suggested that we play “Werewolf” in which I played many times in many countries much to his liking. By the end of the night, I was glad that a great, easy going group came in while I was away for the weekend. I went to sleep in my monks room ready for a new week of teaching!
The next morning during breakfast, I received a text message from Hanni:
“Did Jonathan call you about the party? We’re meeting at Maximo at 7:45 :).”
I didn’t get a call, but since it was only a few minutes to, I briefly made my way to Maximo to find out what was going on. I was told of a holiday party before, but the details were unknown to me. When I arrived, I met up with Hanni, Roxy, and a couple others from their house who had their bags and looked like they were ready to go somewhere.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“We’re just waiting on Johnathan to take us to the school,” replied Hanni.
“We’re going now???”
“Yeah, for the Christmas party.”
I can’t go now! I had too much stuff to take care of in the morning. I had to book a bus to Monterrico Beach for Christmas, I had to do my laundry, I had to respond to loads of emails; questions about my blog and questions on why haven’t I posted anything new in over a week. I had to blog because at that point, I was dragging behind. I would be missing out on the party for the children with special needs…and instantly I felt guilt flowing through my veins. So I put everything on hold and joined them for the party.
There were two vans picking us up. I saw all the volunteers from my house and the three Italians come up to Maximo. They mentioned they had a Christmas party this morning but I didn’t think it was the same one that I was told about. Regardless, I was glad they were able to join us. I heard there were going to be up to 55 children there! So we needed all the help we could get to keep them occupied. I sat next to Frosty and we were on our way!
Upon arriving at my school, Johnathan gave us a bag of balloons to blow up and hang around the main hall, but we just left most of them grazing along the floor. The kids liked that and we found ourselves in a balloon frenzy for the first part of the party. More and more children arrived and sat along the desks spread along the sides of the hall. I went around taking photos of everyone in action, as holiday tunes and classic Michael Jackson played in the background.
I was impressed with my fellow volunteers. Every single one of them completely engaged themselves into entertaining the children. Each child had a certain disability and each required slightly different methods of care but all required the upmost patience. There was one boy who would have sat in a corner all by himself, only if Hanni wasn’t there to keep him company for the majority of her time.
Carly, who has the voice of an angel, was very motherly towards the kids and always kept a smile on her face as she gave each child the attention they deserved.
Mark, Valerio, and Marco put on a giant-sized show of “Ring-Around-The-Rosie” which the kids really loved.
The other volunteers all spent time engaging other kids and especially the kids who sat by themselves.
I’ve barely dealt with special needs, but no matter the disability EVERY kid loves gadgets, gizmos, and video games! I handed over my camera to a brother and sister duo and let them have at it.
I also gave my phone to two girls sitting by their lonesome and helped them learn to play “Fruit Ninja” in which they were really amused. While we all played with the kids, the staff from Maximo Nivel were busy setting up a snowman piñata outside. Once they finally hung it up appropriately, we were all summoned there!
Gradually, we all brought the kids to the front. Some of them we helped along because it was difficult for them to walk. Some were in wheelchairs and some had to be carried. We left no child behind and made sure each had a proper place outside to view all of the action.
Valerio manned the rope attached to the snowman while I sat on the opposite side of the yard to capture every moment. As I sat on the grass, looking through the view finder of my camera, all I captured were smiles upon smiles as eager kids came up in turns to swat at the piñata. They did some damage! In order to get as many kids to have a turn, Johnathan constantly had to tape up the piñata to add extra durability. Spurts of candy would pop out occasionally. Some of the kids would grab them.
Eventually, one child who had the strength of a bulldozer bashed open the snowman’s abdomen and all sorts of sweets and treats came pouring out. As a chunk of the kids rushed out to grab all they could, the volunteers were on the lookout and grabbed candy for the ones who weren’t physically able to get the sweets for themselves. We made sure everyone got a little something.
We cleaned up and went back inside the school. Maximo supplied lunch, cake, and juices for all the children.
While they ate, we continued to play with them some more. Later on, Maximo passed out wrapped gifts to all the boys and girls. Some boys got monster trucks and race cars while some girls got dolls and ponies.
Each child had a really great day, catered all just for them! It felt really great to be a part of that.
I told Roxy, my fellow English teacher, that I wouldn’t be staying at the school today to teach with her. I had to take care of too many things that I meant to take care of this morning. Thankfully, Roxy is a trooper and willfully stayed behind while I went back with the others to Antigua.
Christmas was approaching and I had special plans. Months ago, I knew I wanted to spend Christmas on a nice beach. A first for me. I told Katie, Laura, Ellie, Carly, Mark, Valerio, and Marco of my idea and they were all in!
The (easy) decision to venture out to London was out of pure randomness. I’ll just go for the heck of it. No rhyme or reason. But what I thought would be pretty sweet, was to go during the Christmas holidays. This would be my first Christmas away from home and my first foray into the United Kingdom, and I am pretty excited about not knowing what I’m getting myself into. All I knew is that it will be a very merry, holly jolly, good ol’ time!
There’s another, more endearing excuse why I spontaneously chose to visit the United Kingdom; a handful of volunteers I met over the years also live in or near London so it would be cool to visit them too. So I booked a flight for the week of Christmas to the epicenter of England. I was giddy, after all, Christmas is my favorite time of year. The corny music, all the lights and decorations, even that particular Christmas scent (a mixture of pine trees, garland, candy cane mints, wrapping paper, and clementines), I love it all! I made sure to pack my Santa Claus hat and flew across the pond to London! The first person I first met up with was none other than…
I met Nichola in Cuzco, Peru in 2011. She lived with Maria in her home-stay but I first met her pre-gaming outside in the middle of Plaza de Armas, before we went hopping around all the discotekkas on one of my first nights in the country. What I love about Nichola was that she was always chock full of energy and was always fun to be around. She knew how to have a good time, every single time. She’s hails from Manchester, U.K and has the coolest British accent to prove it. Whenever Panjabi MC came on, we were the only ones to bust out into some Indian dance, anytime we heard it, while everyone around looked at us like we were crazy (which was quite often actually.) Over time, we went White Water rafting in the births of the Amazon river, where she handled the chilly rapids like a pro. I left right before she went on to explore Bolivia, but we have kept in touch ever since. As a matter of fact, my going to Tanzania last year was all her idea. A suggestion which proved to be the right one. Thanks for that Nichola!
I knew Nichola went to Uni in London, but didn’t know if she would be around for the holidays, so I contacted her and let her know of my plans. She had just left London and went back to Manchester for the holidays but took a train right back to London to meet up with me. I told her, once I get off the plane, I’ll catch a taxi and meet her and her boyfriend Edward wherever they were. Instead she suggested, since taxi’s cost a ridiculous amount, to buy an oyster for a few quid and catch a tube…
Let me translate that. I should buy a pass called an Oyster card which costs just a few pounds and catch a tube (subway) to wherever I need to go. It’s much cheaper that way. So that’s exactly what I did. I tubed it to her University (UCL) and reunited with my old Peruvian buddy. Since I last seen her, she has been doing some traveling of her own to places such as Bolivia, Chile, Paris, and Egypt to name a few. After that, she’s hard at work with school and has other trips studying abroad in the works. She is studying towards a Spanish and French degree here at UCL. She also has a flat (dorm), that her, Edward, and I would stay at for the next couple of days. But before we did anything, I really REALLY needed a nap. I could barely sleep on the plane and I have been up for almost 24 hours. It was about noon here so I didn’t want to sleep too long, just maybe an hour. After that we went into town and got some grub. I found out that lemonade here in England is not lemonade at all! They call their sprite or 7-Up here lemonade, and actual American lemonade they refer to as cloudy lemonade or fresh squeezed lemon juice or something like that. So to you unaware Americans, if you go to England and order a lemonade, you’re in for a surprise! Afterwards we walked to the British Museum which is gargantuan! And best of all, free. Also, I had no idea the actual Rosetta Stone was held here.We decided to call it a night afterwards because I was still quite jet lagged. So lagged that I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until nearly two in the afternoon the next day, which is a new record for me. I never sleep past noon, ever! It also got really dark, really quick so I was a bit disoriented when we went outside. Nichola, Edward, and I took the tube to Westminster and saw a few pretty cool things.
That same day, December 21st 2012, the world was supposed to end. Thank God it didn’t because I was really worried…
So we went to a friend of Edwards for a “Hey, So It’s Not The End Of The World” party. Any excuse to party is fine with me! There I met a house full of aspiring young actors, actresses, and musicians. It was fitting because they were all quite the characters. All they wanted was to feed me and make sure my cup was always filled to the brim. An important observation I made; any place I go where I’m in a different state/country/continent/planet and I am at a party or just hanging out with people (mostly foreign strangers), they have all been so incredibly nice and like to cater me with lots of drinks and tasty food! It’s awesome and I always make sure I return the gratitude in some way.
The next day, the three of us went to Camden Town Market (I think) where they have a bunch of shops and food stalls. Food stalls with different food from places like Brazil, China, and Peru! I just got a chicken sandwich and fries but regretted it when Nichola and I saw the Peru stall and were instantly bombarded with old memories. The lady at the stall was impressed that we knew quite a bit about the delicacies she offered and about the places we’ve been in her country. It just makes me want to get back to Peru again one day.
We chilled back at the flats and ordered some pizza for the remainder of the night. She and Edward had to catch an early train back to Manchester in the morning. It was really good seeing Nichola after almost two years! It was also nice of them to make the trip down to see me. I don’t get too sad with these goodbyes too much because they’re not really goodbyes, they’re more like an “I’ll see you later”. On the same token, it doesn’t make it easier.
I met Prem during my second outing in South Africa. She along with a handful of other newbies took over the Rec House once I left for Tanzania. Prem is from London and I’ve never met someone so hilariously witty. Along with a few others, we would always play Chinese Snap, a zany table pounding card game, in the Rec house a few times and her hand was always the victim of my intimidating death slaps on the table. She swore vengeance on me once I seen her in London though. I’ve only hung around the new crew at the Rec House a few times and Prem was always the standout comedian. Her English accent made everything funnier to me. In case you haven’t noticed, I love that accent. If I could swap my generic American accent for a English one, I would in a heartbeat.
I took the tube to North Greenwich and after getting lost on the city bus for an hour, somehow found my way to Plumstead where Prem resides. I never sweat when I get lost; I’m pretty resourceful. I was greeted by her, her mother, and her friend Natalie from her Uni. Since I last saw Prem, she has been hard at work studying and working even debating where and when to take her next trip. She really wants to go to New York City. On an interesting note, most of the Londoners I met want to go to either New York City, Florida, or Los Angeles. There is way more to the U.S. than those three places! I thought it was amusing. Prem keeps in touch with several people she met back in Muizenberg still which is awesome and we had a good time talking about things we may have not known at the time. The first night was very relaxed, we watched a movie, drank some wine, and I taught them how to play Wisk, a card game I learned from another English friend of mine who I will reunite with in a bit. Her mom assumed I knew how to cook because she said I have fat cheeks! I can’t cook for the life of me, so give me something to cut or peel. I can also supervise pretty well. If I did any cooking I would have ruined Christmas dinner for everyone!
I actually spent Christmas Day in this household and it was mighty relaxing. Prem introduced me to something festive they do here in London. She bought a package of…gosh I don’t remember what they’re called…poppers? Crackers? Anyways, they are these things that look like giant tootsie rolls, still in the wrapper but in cardboard form. What you do is, you and a friend pull each side and it pops open with goodies and surprises. In mine were a king’s crown, a pocket mirror, and some small book. I guess Londoners do it all the time here. Later on, we took Natalie back to her flat at her Uni in which Prem and her mom tried to give me a mini tour of this part of the city as we drove, but I was fast asleep in the backseat. From all that wine probably. It happens.
The next day, Prem and her mom drove me to the bus station so I could get to Kensington. I said my goodbyes to them and assured that whenever I get back to London I will see them again. Thanks for everything Prem! Now to get to Kensington. There was a tube strike today and most of the tubes were out of service so I had to take the buses. I am pretty bad at navigating the buses but I managed to get to Kensington…eventually.
I met Nick a few days before we started our week-long trek up Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania in July 2012. He lived in a home-stay, while I stayed in the main volunteer house. He was also part of LX6 (the group of us six volunteers who banded together to ascend Kili). Right after Kili, we went directly to Zanzibar Island for another week, so I spent a considerable amount of time with him. Nick and I were tent-mates the entire time on the mountain which reminds me, I have a funny story about that, that I never mentioned on here before. (Nick, if you’re reading this, don’t hate me!)
Each night on Kilimanjaro, there was something that happened I liked to call “Nick-at-Nite”. At the hotel we stayed in, the night before our ascent, Nick warned me that he would often sleep walk at night and would sometimes spaze out and say and do unusual things. “You’re fine” I responded. I thought he was exaggerating, but I found out soon enough he certainly wasn’t . At the hotel, in the middle of the night, he popped up out of his bed like The Undertaker and didn’t know where he was or even who I was. “HUH!! ..Wha??? Where am I? Who are you?”
“Nick, you’re in a hotel. It’s me, Dan. We are climbing Kilimanjaro tomorrow” I said. “Oh okay” he says and he falls right back to sleep. That was just the first day. Our first night on Kilimanjaro, he did the exact same thing. “Wha?! Where am I? Who are you?!”
“I’m Dan and we’re in a tent.”
Now the second night on the mountain was even funnier. He unconsciously woke up in the middle of the night, grabbed his torch (flashlight) and proceeded to lift my feet up to find who knows what on my side of the tent. He then dropped my feet and started tossing around my bags. I was lying there cracking up because I knew he didn’t realize what he was doing.
“Nick are you alright?” I finally asked. “Looking for my torch.” he responded. “It’s in your hand, haha!” I chuckled. “Oh, okay” he says and goes back to his side of the tent and right back to sleep.
All this stuff makes him sound like a weirdo, but that’s only just when he’s sleeping. He’s actually really bright and a good friend. He made sure I didn’t drown or get eaten by any sharks when I decided to exercise in the Indian Ocean after a few too many drinks one late night in Zanzibar…
By this point I have already been all over London: North, South, East, West, and Central. I have become adept at navigating the tubes (not so much with the buses). Nick took a train from somewhere just outside of South London to come visit and I took the tube to Charring Cross and met up with him at the front of the train station. We headed down South Bank nearby to a pub called The Coal Hole where we could catch up.
When I last saw him, he was leaving Zanzibar and heading back home to London, just as the Summer Olympics were kicking off. These days Nick is a pharmaceutical assistant and working towards his degree in the field at the University of Bath. He’s been doing well these days and it was pretty good reminiscing over the good, the bad, and the overall memorable times on Kilimanjaro. I was also able to ask him in person what he thought of the Fruity Pebbles I sent him a couple of months ago. You see, for those that don’t know, I am a big cereal junkie. I could live off of it if I had to. While on Zanzibar, I found out Tanner, Katie, Lana, and Nick (all foreigners) have never heard or even seen a box of Fruity Pebbles in their lives. I was astonished! So I told them once I got back to America, I would send them each a box; and that’s exactly what I did.
While tossing back a few pints, we were able to catch up on A LOT of stuff. I told him about the rest of my Africa trip and then about Vegas. He asked if I still kept in touch with my school in Tanzania, the Shining Star Pre-Primary. Just occasional emails back and forth, but not too much else. And it’s understandingly so because it’s hard to get internet out there. He kept in touch with his school too, Cheti Primary…until recently. His old directors at Cheti emailed him asking if he could send quite a substantial amount of money over to help the directors kids get through school. Nick hasn’t responded because he doesn’t know what to say. There’s no telling if Cheti will actually use the money for the students or for other personal things. As a matter of fact, the schools that we volunteered with in Tanzania are not supposed to ask us volunteers for money because a portion of our money already went towards the schools. And I know for a fact the money went towards the schools because each volunteer literally hand delivered it to their primary’s directors in person at the start of the volunteer program. Once you leave though, there is no telling what they will do with the money (the locals in Tanzania were a bit sneaky when it came to this kid of stuff). Nick has yet to respond to them, but I can’t blame him.
After sometime, Nick and I parted ways once again at the train station. It was very good to meet up and I know that I’ll see him again one of these days.
Sam is another that I met during my second outing in SA in August 2012. He occupied the Rec House and I met him a little later on my trip. The whole time, he reminded me of a certain celebrity but I couldn’t put my finger on who. It wasn’t until my last night in SA that I pointed out he looks like Chris Martin, the lead singer of Coldplay. “I get that all the time, but I don’t see it!” he would say. From the short time I knew him, it was apparent that everyone at the house liked him a lot. He told me he lived in East London, however far or close that is to the main part of London (is there a main part?) I’m not sure. But once I knew I was going, I messaged him and we met up!
Good thing Sam was wearing a Santa hat or otherwise I would have never found him! We met up on the London bridge and it was a miracle that we found each other so quickly because there was so many people everywhere! I thought I was going to have to resort to asking people if they have seen Chris Martin walking around with a Santa Hat. We went directly to the Borough Market near the bridge. It’s a huge outdoor place clustered with food stalls galore! It’s almost impossible to go through the market without buying something to eat. Everything smelled and looked so freakin’ delicious! I even tried “mulled wine” for the first time. The Londoners have told me about mulled wine before, but this whole time I thought they were saying “mold” wine, which didn’t sound great at all. Mulled wine is a heated Merlot that is moderately blended with cinnamon and other spices. It’s actually not that bad. It tastes almost like a warm apple cider with a bit of a bold red wine finish.
Sam is a teacher here in London and an avid surfer on his free time. He has surfed in Australia, California, South Africa, and even while it was snowing in Northern England! In Muizenberg, he was volunteering with the surf program. He and Prem actually left at the same time.
We went to a pub near the London Bridge called “A Bunch of Grapes”…I think. I should have wrote this stuff down! But we were able to catch up and seeing as he is a teacher, I was able to ask him a lot of questions about the United Kingdom. He was able to explain a lot because I’ll be honest, my knowledge of England or even Europe as a whole is severely lacking. It’s so small and there are so many countries in one tiny area. For example, (I’m going to sound like an idiot now) I always assumed the Queen had a King that no one ever spoke of for some reason. She has a prince she’s married to but he’s not really the king. I also thought she was the sole ruler of the country, but as it turns out there’s this Prime Minister guy who actually makes all the rules. I was completely oblivious to all of this. I guess I focused all my attention more on third world countries. Well anyways, Sam couldn’t stay long because he had a plane to catch soon. He was going to Prague to spend New Years there. Lucky guy!
If there is anyone I have to blame for my random arrival in London, then I blame Pip! We were sitting in the volunteer house in Arusha one day when Pip proposed the idea that I should just come to London and visit her for Christmas. She was mostly kidding, but that was the seed she planted in my head. Thanks Pip! Pip hails from Brisbane, Australia and she has the blue-est eyes you would ever see on a human being! Seriously, her eyes are so blue. Let me find a picture…
Pip arrived in Tanzania the day after I got there and we couldn’t have had a better first full day in Arusha. Her, myself, and a handful of others went on a muddy fun waterfall hike near Mt. Meru. The best part was the Bota Bota’s we rode on through the streets and villages to get there. This is the part when I started to fall ill to a sickness and horrible cough that lasted me well through Kilimanjaro. Speaking of Kili, Pip also climbed it after I had already left Tanzania. She even started up her own fundraiser for her efforts. You can read all about it on her blog site Many Shades. I even wrote a post for her site. Check it out! Pip got along well with everyone in the house and stayed in Tanzania for a total of three months before she made her way up to London to visit family for the holidays. This was the perfect opportunity to reunite with Pip again.
I met up with her in Covent Garden, along with her cousin Katie. Pips eyes are still bluer than ever and it was humbling to see her again. She told me her time on Kili didn’t go as smooth as she hoped and is going to attempt it again with her dad this upcoming summer. She also has plans on returning to Arusha for a bit more too. Lucky her! Pip and I stood outside the tube station for a bit because we were waiting to meet up with another fellow volunteer we met in Arusha. That volunteer is the one and only…
Danni was one of the very first volunteers I met upon arrival from Kenya to Tanzania. She doesn’t know it, but I always thought of her as the leader of the new pack of volunteers that arrived, which includes me. Danni was pretty amazing, and not just because of her British accent, she has an adventurous spirit. She is a P.E. teacher here in London and since she left Tanzania, she’s been active in different athletics and continuing her role as the coolest P.E. instructor in all of England! We actually didn’t have a proper goodbye in Tanzania. The last time I saw her was right before I left to Kilimanjaro. We were on Zanzibar at the same time but never got the chance to meet up because she was on the opposite side of the island. By the way, Danni also wrote a blog during her travels which you should check out here Danni’s African Adventure.
Once Pip and I spotted Danni waiting for us, it was like a very mini Arusha reunion. We had the whole day to do whatever we wanted and what better way to start the day than pub crawl all around London!
I can’t recall the number of pubs and restaurants we went to (it was a lot!). I do know it took up the whole entire day and closed out my last full day in England with a bang! It’s been months since I’ve seen last seen Pip and Danni but seeing them again felt like I just saw them yesterday. They felt the same way. In just a few days, Pip would be returning home to Australia and in a few months Danni would make her way there also to visit friends including Pip and another member of our safari squad, Rachel.
This London trip wasn’t planned and to be honest England wasn’t anywhere near the top of my list of places I needed to visit (I’m more of a rustic guy). The biggest draw for me were the friends that I met, that I will never forget. 🙂