We live in the center of the North American continent. It consists of two large countries, considered ‘westernized’ by the rest of the world. With the exception of some aboriginals in the far north, and perhaps a few other groups trying to cling to their heritage, I believe we share a similar culture. We are composed of different races, with different beliefs, but we share common goals like freedom and democracy.
In the last month and a half, Cathryn and I have experienced three distinctly different countries in the African continent. A drop in the bucket when you consider there are currently fifty-four countries. Planning this trip, I had three separate goals: to see something different for my sixtieth birthday and check off the pyramids of Giza on my bucket list. To break up the trip into three, using each location as a base for further exploration. And to work our way into a warmer climate to wile away the cold Canadian winter.
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We have been in Kiwengwa, Zanzibar for four days now. I happened to bring a few plastic shopping bags with me from Cape Town, which we used up in the kitchen waste container. Suddenly, out of kitchen garbage bags, I began to panic. So the search began. We looked in the one small grocery store here in town with no luck. We even searched in Stone Town without success. I asked Ed, “What do we do with our kitchen waste?”
We asked Carola, the guesthouse owner, and she told us that plastic bags are outlawed and/or forbidden in this area. You simply cannot get plastic bags anywhere, you can’t even buy them.
She said that her parents visited eleven years ago and commented on the blue gardens along the roads and in the fields. They were littered with blue plastic shopping bags. When they returned a year ago, they noticed that the blue gardens had virtually disappeared.
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