Chapter 11: Home Sweet Home
With the Cheku well confirmed to be real, the time had come to return to Vancouver.
Chapter 10: The Well in Cheku Village
We drove up the long road dirt road to Cheku village and finally saw the well that had taken so many years.
Chapter 9: Small Villages Big Dreams
Before making our way to Cheku, we visited many of the surrounding Irangi villages first.
Chapter: 8 Kondoa Town
Like sardines in a can, we crammed onto a bus bound for Kondoa. We found our seats as more and more people boarded, and then—just when I thought we were as full as can be—they let a few more people on.
Chapter 7: Tanzania with Zoe
Fast-forward six years, and once again, Tanzania stood before my daughter and me.
Chapter 6: The Cheku Water Project
After spending so long in Africa, the time had come to return to Vancouver. In the fall of 2007, Zoe went back to Queen Victoria School on Vancouver’s east side and life returned to normal—for just a little while.
Chapter 5: Secrets of Marrekesh
The sound of Muslim prayers echoed from the speakers. The smell of smoke from the meat stands filled our apartment. Spices lined the streets. Fresh orange juice lingered on our tongues. Exotic smells became familiar. We were not ready to come home and rented a place in Marrakesh, Morocco after we left Zanzibar.
Chapter 4: Sleepy Zanzibar
We made our way to Zanzibar island tired and dirty. On the way, we passed tiny dhow boats that looked as though they were going to sink under the weight of the fishermen and their passengers.
Chapter 3: Rugged and Wild Tanzania
My family went their separate ways and Zoe, Loc, and I hit the roads of Tanzania. It was raw and wild. If you moved outside of the paved roads of the northern safari circuit, you’ll see the real Tanzania—thirsty but full of life.
Chapter 2: The Safari
The time eventually came to leave Kalagala. My family had made plans to travel to Kenya to embark upon a safari that would show more of life in Africa. I’d always wanted to come here, to see an elephant—I’ve been collecting statues of them since I was a kid. Traveling around East Africa was always a dream, and it would help me to gradually put her death behind me.