Hamjambo!
I have arrived safely after 20 hours, 3 flights and 3 continents. The first 3 days have been a whirlwind and we've only just managed to get to the internet cafe. I'm struggling to type as most of my keys are too worn to see the letters!

I am in the village of Karanga in the Kilimanjaro region. You can supposedly see Kilimanjaro from our homebase but it has been cloudy since we arrived - it's winter here and colder than we imagined. The homebase is down the bumpiest road I have ever seen but when you eventually arrive, it's lovely. I'd compare it to a really nice hostel - we sleep in dorm rooms of four and eat all our meals together (delicious!)
Showers are often cold which would be fine except the weather is not hot! We wash most of our clothes in buckets in the gardens. We are surrounded by banana and coffee plants, so high that you can hardly see the huts and houses nearby. There are 32 volunteers, including a youth group. Most are from Canada, a couple of Americans, one Australian - and me! I like being the only Brit and they love my accent. The staff are all Tanzanian and welcomed us warmly. We are now a 'family' with Mama Lilian at our head.
We spent 2 days doing orientation activities - visiting the local town, Swahili lessons, lessons onTanzanian issues and cultural activities. Kim and I were sent out to buy sugar cane yesterday which was quite an experience. We found ourselves deep in the jungle and had to buy it from two old women working on a tiny farm. Our Swahili nearly failed us but we did manage to get our point across. One of the women took us even deeper through the undergrowth and chopped us down two pieces of sugar cane - each about 7 foot high. We then paid her and returned to the homebase, only to find out that we'd been totally ripped off (not our fault - having never bought sugar cane before!)

We started volunteering this morning. We are all posted in different places - schools, orphanages, hospitals and nurseries. I am at the Amani Nursery which is a tiny one roomed classroom near a church. There is just one teacher, a woman who makes uji (porridge) and me! There are 22 children ranging from 3 to about 7. Facilities are extremely basic - it is exactly as I pictured it, although they are lucky to have some tatty exercise books. Although it is called a nursery, it's more like a Victorian school. The children sit in rows and repeat numbers and letters in Swahili and English. They seem to understand some of it but there were few practical activities today - rather different to teaching in the UK. The teacher is a very gentle and kind man, his heart is definitely in the right place. He speaks some English and is very welcoming.

The children absolutely mobbed me when I arrived - they are very huggy and it's great to be able to hug back! (banned in England) I am slowly learning their names and have been having simple Swahili conversations with them. I'm hoping to put my teaching skills to good use and get them off their chairs by teaching them lots of songs and games. I'm under no illusion that I can make a massive difference. Education seems to be basic at most and I just have to do the best I can.
Anyway, there's so much to say, but enough for now. We are all shattered, although coping well with the culture shock, and I'm actually really enjoying the challenge of the language barrier.
More soon....
Kwa heri x