Broadband in Africa

Before resuming the Tanzanian stories - or changing subject even - a digression.

Broadband connection in Tanzania wasn't great, no surprises there. A (rather slow) Internet access was available at the hotel in Arusha, some sort of Internet café (without coffee) with 90s style computers in Nungwi (Zanzibar) and a slightly better business point in the hotel in Dar Es Salaam.

But locals (source: Isack the driver-guide) had hopes: some optical fibre cable had reached East Africa (Mombasa) and soon would Internet traffic be routed faster.

Come back to Europe and suddenly broadband in Africa is a debated topic.

For example, courtesy of a colleague, I learnt that in Africa, instead of broadband, one can use a pigeon carrying a USB to transfer data:

Broadband promised to unite the world with super-fast data delivery - but in South Africa it seems the web is still no faster than a humble pigeon. BBC News

Few days later, the web is full of reports on fibre optic in East Africa (Isack's info was correct).

BBC here, talking about the economics of Broadband take up. Prof. Juma talking about it at the Berkman Center in Harvard.

Pondering: maybe my next broadband project could be for Africa.

Stories from Tanzania

Visited a village in Tanzania, of the Sonjo tribe, an ethnic group rival of the Maasais. Less touristic and more authentic, we were told and so it was.

4.000 inhabitants, of whom more than 2.000 children. No water, no electricity, only a lot of dust. Their huts were not so different from the ones above, although, strictly speaking those are Maasai. Guided by the deputy-head of the village, English speaking, we walked around and visited a "house", while a few hundreds of those 2.000 children were asking for pens, pencils, scarfs, t-shirts or anything you'd be willing to give away.

Not an experience you expect to do while on holidays, awaking a sense of solidarity and powerlessness. Or of guilt.

But the highlight of the visit was the chat with the deputy-head showing us around: how is the head of the village being chosen?
"Well, I think it's like in Italy: the richest man becomes the Head"

Priceless answer. And speechless Italian tourists.

P.S. The richest man of the village had 200 cows

People from Tanzania

First of all, in Africa, take it easy, no problem, hakuna matata. And here the main Italian representative of the attitude ;) who's also going to contribute to the blog.

One of the first Maasais we met on the road. They didn't like to be taken on pictures - unless accompanied by a "tip".

After a couple of National Parks and a few hundred km on unpaved road, splashing tons of dust on unwilling Maasais passing by, we stopped to visit a school. Primary school teaching is in Swahili, while in secondary school courses are in English.

Remember the tourist waking up early and starting to run? One day it was for the purpose of accompanying the Hadzapi to go hunting. Read it again: me and my friends waking up early and running for 2 hours after hunters chasing animals with bow and arrows (caught a couple of birds).

We met the children afterwards.

Here, special photo for some French colleague of mine who has a special passion for the Maasai tribe (D., there are 122 tribes in TZ, not only them ;)

One of them even accepted to dance with our driver guide, the mytical Isack. Of course after tip of 1 USD.

"In Africa, you're never alone", said Ali the cook of the expedition (allegedly quoting a slogan from the Liverpool football team). In any case, if a truck gets stuck in the middle of nowhere, you got to help out.

In Zanzibar, on a little boat called Hakuna Matata, heading to some atol, we could not forget the days in the bush and the animals we saw :)

And finally... GAME!

An African story everybody knows says:

Every morning in the bush, a gazelle wakes up: she knows she'll have to run faster than a lion or she'll be eaten up. Every morning in the bush, a lion wakes up: he knows he'll have to run faster than a gazelle or he'll starve. Every morning in the bush, a tourist wakes up: she knows she'll have to run faster to get to the jeep early and see the lion chasing the gazelle.

The moral of the story: it doesn't matter whether you are a lion, a gazelle or a tourist. Get some sleep before going to the bush!!!

Hippos, for example don't get enough sleep...



This giraffe here was very curious about us...



Here, the "beauty of the bush", the warthog, aka il facocero, aka Pumba!



And here, wildebeests. They love travelling through Tanzania. We learned everything about their yearly migration.



The Ngorongoro but especially the Serengeti (Swahili for "land of endless plains" - stated Isack) were full of zebras and especially of gazelles and antilopes of all kinds: impalas, Thomson gazelles, Grant gazelles, clipspringers, dik-diks, hartebeests, waterbucks (FYI: yes, now we are able to identify each type!)



A couple of elephants visited our camp in the Ngorongoro and drank our water but spared our tents... Here, a couple of more "peaceful" ones who preferred to stay inside the crater instead of walking up to us, 2.400 mt above sea level.



In South Africa I did not see so many lions as in Tanzania. Of course I 've got a full reportage about them but I'll spare you from seeing ALL the pics and post only a couple of them ;)

Here, lions from the Ngorongoro Crater...



...and here a beautiful one from the Serengeti, who left all impalas and Thomson gazelles to come all the way to our jeeps to greet us, have a drink and a pee (of course all this has been duly documented)



Zebras: beautiful and elegant (forza Juve, btw)



Next episodes, people from Tanzania and stories from our Moleskine notebooks.

First stories and pics from Tanzania

Jambo everyone!

Mambooooo! (please, say "poa"). Habari? Nzuri!

I guess everyone now is busy working on pictures from Tanzania. It's going to take forever but I'll give you here a taste of what we've done.

Above is how we started, enthusiastic, full of energy, all clothes were still clean and in order, our Moleskine notebooks were still to be filled in with memorable events and statements, there was no dust in our hair and under the nails, grocery shopping had just been done, drivers and cook (right side of the photo) were all ready to go. Twende (andiamo)!

Very soon, we would ride for over 1.500 km on unpaved roads with our 4WD (above), eat dust ("dust is adventure", say our driver-guide Isack il Pallonaro), learning Swahili curse words, eating soup and ugali, waving at Tanzanian children, shooting pictures like there's no tomorrow (see below).

Of course, we would also enjoy so much sleeping in a tent, with all kinds of wather conditions, dry and humid, warm and with 5 degrees outside ("mist is adventure" say Isack), not scared by the wind threatening to blow everything away.



Above, our second day in Ngorongoro, after the visit of elephants and wild boars to our camp, a freezing night accompanied by the verse of hyenas, and a song contest among Swedes, Italians and Tanzanians. Inspired by the safari, the Italian proposal was "Ci son due coccodrilli ed un orangutan..."

Tomorrow, pictures of the animals, at last!