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... places. It took forever, so we had to book it to our gate where there was another long line to check passports, again. That meant cold food, as if BK isn’t bad enough warm.
Hopped on our plane for our 10 ½ hour flight to Chicago and HOME! We passed through passport control at 6:01pm and the final luggage came down the conveyer at 7:15pm… minus two of our three bags. Into another long line we go to fill out misdirected – ...
... the tire. He remained doing this until the daladala stopped. Quite a method. Also the steering wheel was totally damaged and whenever it was straight we almost took a 90 degree turn to the right. As ya'll probably can't imagine it was still a safe ride. I have not been scared at all but thought it was kinda funny that they still keep going with that car. The landscape is beautiful. The road along the coast was lined by huge palm ...
... could be ridden inside. Another house we visited called the Mambo Msige was built by a very wealthy Arab merchant and it is said to show his great wealth he ordered spices, beans and eggs to be mixed in with the mortar during construction. After a wonderful afternoon exploring Stone Town we all made our way down to the night markets for food, Wow what a place it smelt delicious as spices and seafood permeated the night air the stall ...
... was ready.
I also helped Asako clean up a baby boy after he was born. It just blows my mind how these women go through childbirth with no drugs or monitors, and then their newborns get passed on to people with almost no healthcare experience. Plus, after the newborns get cleaned up, they just get left on the table. Not to mention, it's hot! Sheesh!
Also, here's another sort of exciting tidbit: I was waiting to observe one woman have her baby when ...
... the automobile exhibit. The rest of the day in Dar I wandered around, found some tasty Indian food, and then started talking with a guy called Rasta Richy. Rasta Richy was to become one of the many individuals to befriend me who towed the line of friend and someone who wanted something from me. In Richy's case, he wanted me to purchase his paintings, which I ended up doing. He did help me purchase my ferry ticket too, although it ended up costing me. ...