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When things get tough in other parts of the world, they have bread riots; in Egypt, we are having falafel riots. Not literally, of course.
It was my last year of college and with an open J-term coming up, I was determined to take advantage of the month long break and travel abroad. I just wasn’t sure where. Coincidentally, two of my good friends were planning a trip to Ethiopia to visit friends and relatives.
Some things are just universal. I figured that out sometime in the first week, when my host cousin put on Britney Spears’ “I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman” for the fifth straight time and Mom yelled at her to turn it down.
Every time I leave the house in Tanzania, I’m reminded that white people, or mzungus (I believe the correct plural form of that word is wazungu, but I don’t hear people use it often) do not exactly fit in here.
I’ve never been so acutely aware of being a woman. No, this didn’t happen in a club or at a bar, it happened in a hostel in Dover, England. I’d gone with a friend to the city for a few days to see the cliffs and the castle, and being broke college kids, we decided to stay in a hostel.