Mambo!

Answer: Poa!
Meaning, "how's it going?" "Cool!"

It's a common greeting in Tanzania, far more than "jambo." Apparently, only tourists say jambo.

We've finally arrived! After that painful layover in Detroit and a terrible flight to Amsterdam (the movie screen was broken, and the floor under my seat was wet, what?) we had a layover in Holland. We locked our bags at the airport and ventured out into downtown Amsterdam for a stroll around the Red Light District at 6am. Aside from the sex shops, prostitutes, and coffeeshops, it was quite beautiful. The skyline of Amsterdam is dominated by massive churches, smack dab in the middle of the District is a gorgeous chapel! Interesting.
Amsterdam Centraal Station was amazing, too. On the inside, it looks like the typical urban train station; neon lighting, dirty floors. Yet on the outside, the station is massive, covered in ornate carvings and gold.

We arrived at Kilimanjaro Intl. last night and as we stepped off the plane, the first thing we noticed was the smell. The air was so sweet, almost mesquite. It did not smell like Los Angeles, nor an airport for that matter. Floodlights lit up the runway as we walked off the plane, massive bugs circled the light fixtures.
As we expected, there was a huge mix-up with our visas. After an insanely high fee (hey, we're volunteering, it should be free!) we found our bags and crammed all twelve of us into a minivan for the drive to Moshi.
It was strange to drive so far without seeing a single streetlamp. The only light on the road came from our headlights. Villages and stores would emerge out the darkness without warning. Total darkness. We knew Kilimanjaro was right in front of us, but we'd never see it. The stars managed to shine through the cloud cover, you could just make out the Southern Cross.
More to follow, I'm out of time at the cafe!