The first time I went to Africa, in June 2006 with my younger son, Kenny, I had no idea what to expect.
We were babes in the woods when it came to traveling in the Third World.
Somehow, we found our way to the city of Mwanza, Tanzania, on the southeast shore of Lake Victoria. My older son, Andrew, was a Peace Corps volunteer teaching at a secondary school nearby.
This time, I'm going with Andrew, and I know I'm in good hands.
Our destination is Lushoto, a small town in the Usumbara Mountains of northeastern Tanzania. Andrew finished his Peace Corps service there in November 2007 teaching at another school.
He promised his students he would return for their graduation, which is Saturday. He asked me to go with him.
We'll fly from Washington to New York to Dubai to Dar es Salaam, then take a bus in-country.
We expect a huge celebration Saturday, a full day of dancing, singing, feasting. It should be a blast, East African-style. Not many young people in Tanzania have the chance even to attend secondary school, much less graduate.
I hope to post something on this blog at least once, but access is iffy. So reports might have to wait until we get back Sept. 25.
Until then ...
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