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Dar really is a slum

A travel blog entry by jessicascoble

Leaving Arusha we make way to Dar Es Salam, our gateway to Zanzibar. We had been warned about the town (crime, pollution traffic), but being there was something else entirely. Our driver threw a windscreen washer's bucket a good thirty metres, as previous window washers had stolen his radiator cap. The tour company has in the past had fuel siphoned from the trucks in heavy traffic, ...

Sunrise Beach

A travel blog entry by carlos.quijano

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Carlos took us to the quiet side of town, Toure road, where all the embassies are and where the Waterfront is. This pleased me no end and I was going to be able to buy the one and only thing worth buying for our little Layla. A small back pack – a Owl – that she can take with when she and mom goes to gym. So “totally over the moon”.

We are heading for Tan Swiss Campsite between Mikumi and Udzungwa ...

Day 28- Back to Dar es Salaam

A travel blog entry by teacherbill

... realize all of the simple things that I miss from home. Here are my top 10: 10- Cold drinks and ice (put water into the freezer and presto) 9- Clean water (I found this out the hard way) 8- Being able to go to the bathroom without worrying about getting eaten along the way 7- Wireless internet (the Olympics started who knew?) 6- A house you don't have to pack and ...

TIA

A travel blog entry by turner72

... here but they’re doing a little bit different work and they’re not staying in the hostel so I’ve not bonded with them nearly as well. These Brits are pretty awesome though—they’ve basically taken me in as one of their own, and I’m going to be sad to see them go on Sunday, but they’re on to bigger and better (specifically more Zanzibari) things, so I don’t grudge it.

In the evening we went out to dinner ...

Black-Out

A travel blog entry by clare.suckling

... The one we did find wasn't in his gate box but chatting up a girl in the carpark bit. He didn't batter an eyelid really and Jacob actually paid him to speak to a taxi driver in swahili on the phone for us to explain the situation. Joggers, families (and I mean not the locals but the expats) just went past and not one offered help or even acknowledged us with a half smile or sympathetic gaze. Everyone knew what had happened, but did nothing.

I was slowly getting my ...