Sometimes bus rides are beautiful. Sometimes not so much.
This was the view for most of the ride today, so I spent a lot of it reading The Lost City of Z and being grateful that I’ve never had maggots under my skin.
But the photo above does give one very clear and important piece of insider information. When you arrive by bus in Kigoma, your stowed backpack will undoubtedly be the deep shade of earthy red seen in this soil. And after you pick it up you will move in a Pig Pen cloud of dust as though someone is clapping chalkboard ahead of you.