Chapter 22: Back Again
I was back in Kondoa once again, at the same hotel (or at least the one next door).
I was back in Kondoa once again, at the same hotel (or at least the one next door).
Once again, Perry Buchan leapt at the opportunity to be part of another water project.
This trip was winding to a close, but before I left, Moshi and took a final, bumpy motorcycle ride.
The dry season had been especially brutal for the village of Iyoli and water was scarce.
To help foster a community around the tours we decided to have a party for the people of Kolo.
Ikaji was simply not a good fit for this project and we had to decide how to proceed.
One morning, Moshi and I headed to buy trees and I sat and reflected on the situation with Ikaji.
On our way to snap some shots at Ntomoko falls, we got stuck in the mud, much like how I felt about Ikaji.
By spending so much time at the hotel, I grew close with the girls who worked there.
I spent the days before meeting our potential business partner, Ikaji, at the hotel, practicing my Swahili.