With the sky still dark, I woke in a confused state to the mixed sound of one very persistent rooster whom I eventually named ‘Roger the Rowdy Rooster’, and what I later learnt was organised dog fighting.
In unfamilar surroundings, tangled in my mosquito net that hung over my bunk bed, I detangled myself and attempted to get ready for the day, without waking my roommate Teri. Not an easy task when our shower was actually in our bedroom rather than in the bathroom? I never did find out why this was the case, instead remained forever grateful that in the middle of Moshi, Tanzania we had access to running water.
Having arrived so late the night before, meant I missed out on meeting the team of local CCS staff. As I wandered out to the eating area, not only was I greeted in Kiswahili and beautiful smiles from the staff, there was a smorgasbord of breakfast options, including the best pineapple I’ve ever tasted!
Accompanied by my jetlag and a belly full of pineapple I was ready for orientation 
