Back in Moshi. The journey home begins

Trip Start May 25, 2005
Trip End Ongoing

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Kindoroko Hostel

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Saturday, December 8, 2007

Getting back to Moshi, and walking from the taxi rank to the Kindoroko Hostel felt just like normal. I felt like I knew the place (the entire street!) and decided to go and use the internet, have something to drink (not daring to eat) and relax.

Then the power went out. And then the generators kicked back in. And then it went out again. I lay and listened to the noise from the street - I was in a room facing the main road. Open-backed trucks / bakkies came along the road with huge speakers roped onto the back, playing loud music to advertsie the nightclubs of choice for the night. I wondered how they would function with no electricity, but I suppose it's the norm. The important thing is to be out and about.

A wedding procession went by (see the video here). A brass band was on the back of a truck, playing as they went down the street. The mossies were temporarily drowned out, but I thought it was time for a room change, if I was to have any hope of sleep before the brutal awakening at 5am that would be needed the next morning.

Once installed in my new inside room I ventured out to find the internet. I crossed the road and found a new American style coffee bar with internet at the back. All 3 of the machines were busy, so I waited in the main area and watched the staff dance to the Christmas 'Rocking around the Christmas tree' songs that were floating out of the genuine juke box.

With 15 minutes until they closed I hoped online, hoping for some news from home and from friends in Hluhluwe. The generators failed in mid-type, so I signed off and went to pay.

'Tch 500' the lady demanded
"What? It's only Tch 1,500 for an hour. I was on for less than 10 minutes."
'Yes. It's Tch 500'
"But, that's not really fair, plus the generator went off."
'Tch 500'

I paid, and felt the Christmas cheer drain from me. I told them it was cruel to treat customers in that way. The place was obviously making a mint on their fancy USA coffees. It seemed such a shame, and not inkeeping with the local spirit of fairness and honesty.

So, I returned to the hostel and had a Kilimanjaro beer at the bar. I was the only customer and spent an hour talking to the bar man and his friend, Richard, a porter for Kilimanjaro earning peanuts climbing the hill for everyone else.

And so to bed, and bathroom, and bed, and bathroom. The beer turned out to not be such a good idea. And then it was morning. My final day in Tanzania.....
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