It's just like where the Island Highway comes into Uptown.
Sabebe was a lucky catch at the bus station. He stuck with me through my whole time in Dar es Saalam - a city of many thieves.
I swam at The Golden Tulip , and practiced butterfly so I can coach better next year (with Aidan, Jack, and Erik).
Forgetting my passport in Arusha was a major traveller's mistake, especially because I could go no further than Dar without my ID. Passports and visas are going to be a big part of next year's Trip of a Lifetime. They are an important part of moving around successfully. The police "slapped my wrist". I'm okay, and another bus driver delivered my passport at midnight.
Here is The Indian Ocean, east of Africa, south of the Red Sea and Arabia.
There is a huge Indian and 98% Muslim presence here, in Zanzibar, mixed with black, sub-Saharan Africans.
Check these out:
Tanzanian seaweed.
Traveling to my chalet, down the main road back inland, towards tonight's chalet and the bus station, where we'll pick up the passport later.
Tuk tuk or three-wheeled taxi, boda boda in Swahili.
The Levi's Store
With love from a big, colourful and quite Muslim city,
Jen
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