"You've been traveling for a while haven't you?" one of the girls I took the ferry from Dar es Salaam to Zanzibar with asked me.
"Oh, I'm used to it... I've had plenty of training in SE Asia, especially Indonesia" I told her after a little incident that went something like this:
We get out of the taxi at the dock.
"No thank you. Please don't touch my bag. I am not paying you to carry it. I will carry it myself," I said while pushing away 8 agressive men trying to attack my backpack.
"There is only 1 boat today," one of them shouted.
"No there isn't."
"Yes there is."
"Your 'boat' right? ha! Ok. Come to the official window with me and you can find out."
He obviously didn't come.
Once at the ticket window where everyone was pushing and shoving, I made my way to the front.
"I work for the office. You should buy a round trip open ticket. It's better."
"No thanks. I'm taking the night ferry back."
"Oooh. More expensive. Better this way."
"No. It's $20US instead of $35."
He laughed
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