Holiday Inn Dar Es Salaam City Center

... the markets and cook for ourselves. I am getting pretty good at bargaining in swahili which is poa cabisa and makes the food much cheaper. I have also been able to get a couple of runs in which has been amazing! I run along the Indian ocean, which is beautiful. I also got to swim in the indian ocean yesterday which was incredible. We ...

... 4 on the flop and was determined to milk this guy for all he was worth. So I kept raising him till eventually I called him all in...he really wasn't happy and stormed off cursing something to me. I was happy with my night and finished up a bit and ate and drank all night for free. More importantly I had fun and had a good story to go with the night...well worth it. Now I'm off to Johannesburg which is supposed to be pretty dangerous but we'll see...usually the stories are always worse than reality.

Well well well.......<br><br>We left Mombasa (22nd) at 8am on our 7 hour bus journey to Dar es Salaam to pick up Dan, and such events occurred that we did not arrive until 11hours later.<br><br>1. The bus broke down <br>2. There were police roadblocks every mile in which the police stopped the bus and searched through all the bags until the received a bribe from the bus driver to let us get on with our journey. <br>3. There ...

... office at the ferry port on Zanzibar... so worst case senario we might have to shed a few tears and ask desperate. Good thing over here due to the corruption and bartering, something like that might actually work. We'll see though! So far our plan for Zanzibar is to walk around the winding roads of Stone Town for a couple days, do a Spice Tour, visit Prison Island, swim with wild dolphins in Kizimkazi, visit the ...

... John who had left without saying goodbye! Deo said that John had left a message for me which is Salalamu (= greeting, which means he is hoping to see me again soon!). I was so so so so upset, I don't think that I ever been so upset like that before! I spoke to my mum, Matilda and Lucy on the phone. They helped me so much by calming me down and Matilda said she would talk to me about John coming back!  That night, I was thinking of going to see John myself to say goodbye or bring him ...

... scellant ainsi mon sort pour les prochaines heures... Acte 3 : « the Show »... Le chauffeur arrive et je crois qu'il se fait emmerder par des gars, avant de voir que ce sont des flics, ils s'engouffrent tous (3) dans la voiture, ne me laissant aucune marge de manoeuvre ! En avant les ennuis ! Ils se mettent à crier, à mettre des baffes à mes deux ...

... at work. There is much more to this though. He wasn't coveting my life, just my opportunities. I realized that in a real way what I'm doing this year. My opportunity to fly around the world. In the moment, as he asked me questions, I felt very much like I was rubbing it in his face. How to address this feeling, I'm not sure. Normally, my response is that I will use my privilege to do good as a my responsibility as a ...

... go to the police... if we couldn't get any money back, we'd try to make sure that Jacob would get in trouble. When we got to the police station, we were whisked upstairs and spoke with an inspector. He informed us that this was not the first time that this had happened with Jacob, and that Bob had, in fact, been the driver the last time. Bob was called into the office, and after a lengthy argument in Swahili, he was taken away and locked up. This proved to be a ...

... letting them copy his voting card and signing it. The man behind the counter still thought it was a problem and had me sign every check again. Boy was I nervous. He accepted those signatures but felt American Express would not. He looked up and said, "You will get your money madam, but we will be in hot soup." The rest of the day, we ran around getting stuff for the wedding. Since it was so late, we decided to leave for Dodoma in the morning instead of driving during the night.

... my mind and body were overloaded. Each time the bus stopped, children came running, selling everything from hard boiled eggs to earrings. Images and colours hung from my shoulders, slowed me down, a yoke I bore. Instead of being overjoyed at new sensations, I longed for something familiar, aside from the Coca Cola stands. Everywhere, red and white: painted on the walls of mud huts, banners hanging from thatches ...