We went on a Safari, something I never thought I would do, and Tanzania is definitely shaping up to be my favorite country so far on the continent. Not only did we see SO MANY animals in the wild, but we spent the last few days in Moshi which was a really nice beautiful town at the base of Mt. Kilimanjaro. We couldn’t afford to climb it (though I could probably use the workout) but we did a nice little hike to a waterfalls in the town of Marangu. We hiked down the steepest staircase to a waterfalls and ate some of the sweetest carrots that I picked up and shared with our slightly (or maybe very) stoned guide, Marco. Back in Moshi we spent a couple (10+ ?) hours in front of the TV at our Hostel (Kilimanjaros Backpackers Hostel) which was the only real plus of the spot because it had satellite and we caught up on the latest video clips and watched some cheesy romantic comedies from the states, nothing new but it was wonderful all the same. Then we bussed it back down to Dar Es Salam where we are spending a few nights before we depart for Zambia and Victoria Falls!
This morning we went to the Tazara Railway Station to buy train tickets and our very passive positive manners were slightly aggravated by the complete lack of ability of locals to use the line system, we spent a good hour at the opening of the 1st class ticket line and a one point I put both arms on the rails that one-would-think could stop people from jumping to the front. But no, a small (Tanzanias here in the capital are a bit shorter than those up north, and we were feeling kind of giantess) older man who had line jumped in front of us, then left bump to the front of another line, came back to pass us and take his original stolen position. Needless to say we spoke up (lacking Swahili skills at this point) and I refused to move my arms so he could pass. Well, he pried my fingers off the bar and forcefully pushed his way back to the front. I closed my eyes and imagined the joy of our good ol’ American pull-a-number system. Anywho, we got over that quickly because the train didn’t sell out, and happily high-fived as we made our way to the Mozambique Embassy.
Zambia and Moz here we come!