Slow Computers

"No Hurry In Africa" is a popular catch phrase around here. And for the most part I am well adjusted to the slow pace of life in Tanzania. In restaurants, there is never any rush to bring you a menu, or take your order, or bring you your food. Or bring you your bill so you can pay--Where do you have to go anyway? So I don't mind waiting--it's easier just to laugh.

And on the buses. Yes...very slow. Or they can be too fast and you feel your life flashing before your eyes as your vehicle with 53 other people in it speeds up to pass a large petroleum truck on an uphill. Maybe going slowly is better. Yes, slow is good. (Sorry Mom, no seat belts on buses!)

And people walk slowly. But why should that bother me--it just means I can leave later to get to where I need to go, but I just get there faster. No problem, it means I'm never late for prayers at 8:00--no, wait, 8:16am.

But when it comes to the internet and computers, I want them fast. It's the one thing in this country us Wazungu, (gringos!) cannot get use to. We can eat thick grits with our hands, (ugali), dig into a cooked fish with eyeballs, never use our left hand when interacting with others, never drink water from the tap, learn that the dirt in our feet will never come off, and even realize that in Africa pedestrians NEVER have the right of way--but don't ask us to ever be okay with the fact that our internet is as slow as molasses in the wintertime.

So this is a long, drawn out way of telling you that I have yet to find a computer that will upload photos. I know my quick, young, American Episcopalian mind will soon find an awesome way of sharing some better visuals of my life here in Tanzania. But then again...there's no hurry.