Mombasa, Dar es salaam and Dodoma

While the children were packing their stuff to go home and teachers used their last bit of energy to finish their work, I was preparing myself for an exciting month of traveling. During my time in Kenya I lost all my travel fear so besides some city's to visit and people to meet there was not much of a plan.
After 3 days in Mombasa (mainly filled with sleeping on the beautiful beaches) I traveled to Dar es Salaam together with Jay. I met Jay one month earlier in Mombasa and we decided to travel together over christmas. In Dar we stayed in the house of his aunt. The most welcoming and caring family I have ever met! Everyday the house would be filled with different family members and friends. With some of them I could speak English but with others it was a daily Swahili practise. Every day I would sit with a different family member to learn new words and have very basic conversations. Where in the Netherlands I can not sit still for more than half an hour, here I would spend whole days sitting, napping, chatting and eating whilst from time to time moving to a different place around the house trying to escape the heet.
I have never experienced such extreem heet and most of the time we would only be active and go out after 4pm. I really got along with Jays family so in the end I stayed with them for two weeks. After that I continued my travel to Dodoma together with my friend and colleague Esnath. Esnath lives in Moshi at the moment but her family lives in Dodoma so we could stay with them. 
When staying with local families I shower with a bucket, eat with my hands (only the left had actually) and sleep on a matras in the living room or share one of the other rooms in the house. My body is not really used to the heet, the food and the water and when I arrived in Dodoma I became ill for the 3th time. The idea was to finish in Mwanza and then fly back to Moshi but after more then 20 bus hours, illness and medication I felt very tired. It was time to go home.