My strongest memories are the forest floor with owl pellets, clay that I formed into pots and dried in the sun, roasting maize on a fire (sounds improbable), but I think it must have involved "forbidden" contact with black people. Actually this prohibition is what upsets me the most, hopefully it changed quickly after my departure.
Apart from very few instances, the education I got at Mbeya derived not from the institution, but from the relative freedom in the unsupervised time we enjoyed.
It is sobering -after a career in education -that I believe that that particular element is invaluable and barred from children in "the west" today. Too may safety concerns and contact with nature -ooohh.
Hey, Dini Abbink I thought you were great!
For context: I have since lived in Britain, France, Germany, U.S.A. and Canada.