Tanzania Journal 1: Saturday, 18 June

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Transcribed as faithfully as possible from my handwritten travel journal.
Italics indicate where I have changed or added to what I originally wrote.
Notes and expansions which I have written later, at the back of the journal, will be included along with their appropriate days, labelled with the dates on which they were written.
The handwritten journal uses a format in which the first line of every paragraph is indented and no line is skipped between paragraphs. As I cannot use indents here (or don't know how), I will skip a line between paragraphs, and use two a line of ........ when I skipped a line in the written journal.
Some entries are illustrated. I will do my best to either describe the illustrations or to include some equivalent image.

Er.... Was there any reason that this bit got de-italicised? I don't think I did that.....(Jeff: Yes, because when the site chopped off the first few paragraphs, you're italicizing the entire site)

Saturday, 18 June, 2011

This is a travel journal. Or at least a writing-about-events-for-future-me-to-remember journal. It is not a diary - although the word 'diary literally means nothing different from the word 'journal,' the Latin 'dies' and the French 'jour' both meaning simply 'day' - and it is certainly not a diary for friends and strangers to read and comment upon. (Yes, this is a nice bit of dramatic irony, since friends and strangers are now reading it. But I needed to remind myself to write for myself, not for Oasis. And the reason I don't mention Oasis specifically is just in case my family gets sight of the paper journal.) It is pretty much inevitable, though, that it will have many diary-like qualities and contents, and entirely probable that at least part of it will be made available for the reading and commenting of friends and strangers. (That's you!) Still, this is a travel journal - I must write for myself, about events, with people's real names, every day. A travel journal.
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So. Today.

(Funny thing is, this entry and the next day's sort of belong here on Oasis more than they do in the travel journal. But I didn't have a computer around when I wrote them.)

No, better to start with yesterday.

But oh, to go chronologically or to skip to the important parts? To shed boring details or to leave them in?

Travel journal. Chronological and detailed. More matter, with less art.

Yesterday began, as most days do, with waking up in my bed and eating cereal for breakfast at the dining-room table. (Dang, I get so snarky to myself when I write - tell myself to keep the boring details in, then come back with the most boring obvious details just to be rude, heheheh. And I'm way overusing my power of commenting-in-the-italics.) Et cetera et cetera. Graduation rehearsal at half-past-nine, supposed to go until half-past-eleven. Basically all we had to do was learn how to line up in the gym, walk onto the field, sit down, stand up, walk across the stage, sit back down. And then we were free to go, even before the later members of the alphabet had walked across the stage. So it ended a lot sooner than I had expected, and a classmate gave me a ride home so I wouldn't have to sit and wait for almost an hour.

At home, did a few chores, getting the house ready to be left in the care of Professor Mom's Friend and two people who needed a place to stay for a week, et cetera. I don't remember. See, these are the boring details I mentioned.
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Well, tomorrow is Father's Day, so I need to get up early enough to make breakfast for Dad (who really deserves better than just breakfast, but I'm criminally uninspired), so I ought to get to sleep. There's nothing really scheduled for me to do tomorrow, so I should be able to catch up on journalling then.
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Anyway, short summary: yesterday I graduated; my family is THE BEST; today we finished preparing for our trip and drove from Rivendell (codename for the town in which my mom lives) to Endor (codename for the town in which my dad lives); I failed to mourn the one-year anniversary of you-know-what.

Written Tuesday, 19 July:

18 June - As far as I can remember, nothing interesting or important or even remotely worth noting that was not described in either the Eighteenth or the Nineteenth's entry....