Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Day 51 – 26.05.2011 Kigoma – a doctor's visit at the end of the world

                                                                                Next day - From Kigoma to Mwanza

I'm still sick and we have only 2 malaria test kits left, so we decide to go here in the hospital make a malaria test. In Kigoma, we ask some Police Officers for the way, they bring us to the front door of the hospital, which is located in Ujiji, the neighboring town of Kigoma. A police patrol, the guys in the khaki uniforms with Polisi on the car, no white-clad traffic policeman (Ice-cream men) such as the pain in the neck yesterday. At the reception we are taken over by a man dressed in a djellaba, he translates and explaines the procedure. 

First, I get a piece of cardboard with my name on it and a number, my medical card. Than we must pay 1000 TSH, about R 4,5, for the test. (The test kits from South Africa cost about R 80). Armed with receipt and a medical record, written by our guide, we go to temperature measurement, which is done mechanically under my arm, then it's off to the laboratory. Outside the door, sit and lie about 30 women, with and without children. We are led past and given preferential treatment. I am ashamed, but can not help it. The lab asisstant is in a chat with some people, he stops short for me to prick my finger and to put a drop of blood on a glass slide, our guide brings the glass slide to the lab, we can wait next door. Outside, the chat is still cheerfully going on. After 30 minutes we have the result, it is no malaria. Ok, I also felt a lot better.  

With a bad feeling for the other women we say goodbye to our guide, he don't wants some tip. Our guide is, moreover, an educated man, he went to school and has only 8 children, not 13 or 14, like other, uneducated people. However, he does not understand how one can have only one child. After that we visit the spot in Ujiji, where Henry Morton Stanley found the sick Dr. Livingstone and said the sentence "Dr. Livingstone, I presume ". Two mango trees are there and a bank. 

Then we visit the beach, here it goes on like in the times of Livingstone, except that the Livingstone Road is paved. On the beach we cane still see the dhows, the women next door sell the fish and the inevitable Coca Cola and Fanta, maize and chips. Naked children are swimming in the lake, we drive back to the camp site and do the same, first at Beach No. 1, then at Beach No. 2 What a luxury. 

  Shame we have to continue, here at the end of the world you can stay well. Again we can see the swinging of the kerosene lamps on the fishing boats, the lake ripples in front of us, we can hear the children laughing in the village, somebody is screaming and hens are cackling and roosters crowing, Africa on a normal Thursday night.  

Km 37, 30 degrees, sunny, 20 000 TSH in Jacobsen's Beach, Kigoma 

 Tags: Kigoma, Ujiji, Henry Morton Stanley, Dr. Livingstone, Dhow, Jacobsen Beach, Malaria  

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