Moshi, malaria, medication and me
Navigating the hospital in Tansania is chaotic: endless queues, repeated payments, and miscommunication. After inconclusive tests and multiple pharmacies, I finally got medication. And a lesson about accepting help.
When the rain hit, I learned to fear mud
After a terrifying experience in the Netherlands, I vowed to avoid rain. However, unintentionally, I set out on an adventure that would challenge my fears. The rain would not be my biggest enemy; it was the mud that would truly test my limits.
A scorpion sting four hours away from medication
While taking down a fence in scorching heat, a scorpion stung my foot. I stayed calm, watched it disappear, and spent the next days limping around with a tiny scar and a story I’ll never forget.