It’s the same old story: bus stops and everybody wants to sell you water, bananas, donutty things, and a petrol can of piss-yellow liquid that I think is intended for oral consumption.
This photo was taken somewhere in central Tanzania, between Dodoma—the administrative capital—and Kahama, a small town that is on a road.
Yesterday was primarily devoted to acquiring a bus ticket from Dar es Salaam to Kigoma, on the shore of Lake Tanganyika. It’s a two-day journey, and many people wanted to help me buy a ticket. So very sweet. At one point I had to shake off three men who each wanted to escort me to a different company and pick up a commission. They practically took hold of me Wizard of Oz style until I stopped cold and just sat down like the village idiot that I probably am.
In any case, I got a ticket for five this morning and we scratched and dug across the country until we came to this place, Kahama. Long-distance buses aren’t allowed to drive through the night, so we stopped in this town a little after dusk and I wandered inconspicuously in the dark to the nearest hotel.