6/11/2014 Moshi

Sage and I find a great hotel in Moshi. It has a balcony, light from two sides, a western toilet and Oooh yes, hot running water. It is $18 a night.

Moshi is not pretty. The roads are filled with no-pollution-control vehicles and except for the main roads are rutted dirt, the occasional sidewalk gives way to broom swept mud then desolves into chaos. The city is active and bustling and as always, teeming with people. So many people living so close together. Knowing the ngood hearted nature of most of the people I feel safe, but I keep alert anyway.

My laptop has started working again. I’d like to take credit for it but can’t. I think it was electricity that was at the wrong frequency at the other hotel.

My camera is still not working- thrashed and dusty from rough riding- so I head to the bus station to replace it. I find a vendor who has cameras. He names his price for a Coolpix- 140,000 Tsh. I have only brought 100,000, intentionally. I counter and show him the money. He says no. I offer to let him stay with me when he comes to visit Florida and give him my email address. Still no. I turn my pants pockets inside out. Half a dozen people are watching and they laugh. He is hesitating. I discover a crumpled bill in my shirt pocket and produse it with a great flourish. Much laughter. He hesitiates. I feel a coin in my other pocket and clink it on top, and turn my shirt pockets inside out and rest my elbows on the counter and stare at him. Laughter. He concedes, and I have a new camera.

We need to find a guide to climb Mt.Meru, and the hotel manager calls his son who is drunk. He then calls Paul, a polite articulate young man. We set a date for climbing Mt Meru when we return from Safari.

He goes with us to Arusha. Sage and I have decided to return home early. Why? Our reasons differ, but I feel like I have seen Tanzania. The architecture and lifestyle does not change from place to place, just the density of people. The architecture in the developing world is monotonous, dirty, in need of repair, lacking beauty, noisy. It has been the same everywhere I have been. I am a bit homesick amd miss Leslie.

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