18/02/14 - Final Day in TZ before flying home / front of the plane / doho and lack of sleep.........

So my final day in TZ i woke up early to catch the sunrise form my back yard:

 

My host mummy cooked breakfast Chapatis:

                                               

And then we headed into the village center so i could say my last goodbyes:

This is the lady who i bought all my material from for my clothes:

This is Raseed my PikiPiki (motobike taxi) Driver:

This is a guy who i would sit with during the local football league games:

These are my partners from KAVIPE where i worked: Left to right, Mr Wilson, Franson and Mr Sunday

This is Edita, one of the first members of the community to remember my name.Everyday when i was headed to work i would pass her shop and we'd greet each other:

Shop keepers where i'd go everyday to buy Water:

My final family picture:

In the evening my friends organised a leaving meal for me at our favorite resturant in Bukoba, The Bukoba Grill House.The Chef who we were friends with made me a cake (Cake is very rare in TZ).The Cake was delicious and one of the best things i'd eaten in all my time here.

          

The message says 'safari njema' - Good Journey, 'Tutaku Miss' Miss you.

                  

                 

           

My hair had started to pull so after only 36 hours it had to come out (Eve and Louisa helping)

All the program supervisors: left to right Aive, Me, Frank and Eve

My friend Rabindra:

Early the following morning Me and Louisa headed to Bukoba airport to catch our first of 4 flights, this one from Bukoba to Mwanza.

Me looking well impressed that our first flight would be on one of the really tiny 16 seated planes:

Making freinds with the Pilot and asking to sit up front, to my surprise he agreed that i could sit co-pilot in the cockpit!

Don't touch anything!

Co-pilot

Upon arriving in Mwanza my new pilot friend offered to give me and Louisa a lift to a near by hotel where we could get breakfast.

Pizza for Breakfast in Mwanza:

After breakfast we still had some time to kill and as our 'lift' had gone and we needed to walk back to the airoirt to catch our 2nd flight to Dar we decided to take a detour and headed across some fields to reach back to the airport.

Louisa marching ahead, full of beans:

Selfie:

The final time the camera came out, this is at Doha airport, no hours sleep, approx 20 hours travelling and 3 planes down.