The problem with having electrical problems that cause problems with the Wifi

T.I.A. This is Africa. Ive been here for basically a week. My Swahili is getting good enough that no body calls me Mzungo (white man) anymore. And I have a great week of climbing Mt. Meru (15,000 feet) and then Kilimanjaro (19900 feet) that I am extremely excited about. Its interesting that when you go backpacking its just you and the wild and therefore petty desires like Mexican food are obviously impossible to satisfy. But when your in a Civilized-Wild its actually more stressful. I have electricity for half a day. The TV's DVD player stops every half minute and has a broken cable. Finally, there are only half the ingredients for tacos.  I know it sounds childish but being so close but yet so far is hard in many ways. I just hopped off a Dala Dala ride, in which I was called "Mr. Jay Z" the entire time, and found myself an internet cafe. So Im here, sweating in this dorm sized room, and ready to blog. The last couple days have been superb. Its a bummer that right as I am starting to remember all the kids names and create actual relationships with them I have to go. I wonder what their response will be. Today we went to the field for Sports Day and Fay held my hand the entire two hours, giving me a hug every thirty minutes or so. Having no parents and only "Drive-by Volunteers" must be hard. How are you ever supposed to try to open up when you know that the person listening is only temporary. Whether there is an answer or not these kids are miraculous and deserve better and although I cant promise them a perfect life I hope my presence is atleast a improvement. My comments regarding the Kilmaros still stand, they are a upright, moral, religious, family. Walter, one of the brothers, dropped out of college to help the family start the organization. The family shares their house with volunteers. And they have shown me some of the best qualities people could possess. The only complaint I have is the music they listen to. It seems that no good music reaches the eastern coast of Afica. They dont know of the Rolling Stones, The Beattles. CCR, Michael Jackson and so on. But when your fighting poverty, and trying to establish yourself in a country thats really only 5 years old  I guess theres not alot of time. I pretty sure Im the first one in Tanzania to ever listen to certain songs. Im missing all you guys but im not homesick. What I mean is that when Im experiencing each day I know that you would love this to, and that my day would be perfect with a familiar face with me. I have amzing photos on the way. After Meru Im going to post some of the art I have been doing, and some of the pictures the kids made for me. The sumits of Meru and Kili are all thats on my mind. Dala Dala back home. Play with the worlds greatest children. Blast some Classic Rock (to make up for whats missing) as I pack my bag for the mountains and the next 4 months. Asante Sana Bruda. Hakuna Cuerre.
-Chad A. Dokken - Phillips Internet