How to get a Butt Rash
Trip Start
Aug 29, 2011
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Trip End
Dec 29, 2011
What I did
Frolicked
Tanga, Tanga, Tanzania
Friday, October 28, 2011
We’re here at Mama Kuku again, after spending an amazing, sort of relaxing, but cut short holiday at the coast- Tanga, Tanzania. I think the first symptoms of rash may have started on the eight hour bus ride out there, I didn’t notice due to the anticipation of swimming in the Indian Ocean and lying on beaches, however. So, yes, a lengthy, head inducing bus ride brought us to Tanga. We had heard mixed reports of the town- "cute little town", as well as, “oh that’s a dreadful place!”, (don’t worry, that’s just the candid opinion of Mama Simba). It was nice in my eyes, a quaint seaside town, cleaner than most I’ve seen in eastern Tanzania, and animate with these awesome three-wheeled creatures of transportation known as 'bjajis’. You really just have to see one.
We stayed in the Seaside Inn for the night- with a frigid air conditioning and a hot shower! Apparently these two huge temperature changes were the highlight of my day. Next day, the last leg of our journey to our final destination- the Dalla Dalla to Pangani. We now know that when we get warned ahead of time, the ride will be especially rough. Well, it was. We peered out the sliding window of the graceful Toyota van, searching for our sign to get off. My butt rash was probably advancing, only I wouldn’t be painfully aware of it until our ride home. Anyways we made it, I grumbled at Tom to help me carry ‘my bloody heavy bag’, and we all grumbled about the heat, which I suppose it was which we had just travelled two days for. But we made it. Butts mostly intact.
So we get to this ‘cottage’. That’s how it was described to us; but it turns out to be a ocean side palace.So, I didn’t complain people, I just settled right in. Waddled down to my plot of serene, indigo, Indian Ocean, and... (well I developed this butt rash). Not as first. But what happened was Charmaine and I were giddy like two kids about this ocean and sat in the waves every time the tide was high. Tom came too, but I do not think he wants to be called giddy or girly. The waves were awesome, in every way- powerful, amazing! They knocked us over, and pressed us back and forth. We kept having to go make these sand dumps, which at the time was decidedly amusing.
Sand in your butt crack, really people, how amusing is that?!
When you are frolicking in the Indian Ocean, holding hands with yourself and the waves and the sky and the palm trees; when you are cooking food on your coal fire, and sleeping right beside the ocean, waking up when the tide comes hurtling in. When nature is so near you that it’s invading your butt it’s freaking amusing! And amazing!
Take care, until then;
Rachel
Comments
Oh, Rachel - I am speechless...what a beautifully written blog...LOL!!!
Butt rash - brings back memories of Hawaii - When I was in Hawaii , playing in the ocean water and in the process of being smacked down by the waves and under-tow, the waves also try to remove my bikini bottom. Because the sand was being swirled around in the water, it also swirled around in the bikini bottom till it was almost off - As I was falling, I manage to grab the bottom just in time but I had load of sand :) weighing it down as I stood up - it kind of looked like the like kids when they're having so much fun that don't want to stop to go to the bathroom:) I showered off sand at the beach shower and probably took a few cupfuls out of my swimsuit pieces