Buses and Bouncing Cabooses Remembering back to our trip through Tanzania to southern Zambia and then on to Namibia, it is a blur of long, cramped, smelly, bus rides and days upon nights spent on an old train that jumped along bent tracks. Thank goodness for Bryan’s diary… oops, I mean “journal”, because it has helped to fill in the memory gaps. We left Moshi, at the base of Mt. Kilimanjaro for Dar es Salaam, on the northeastern coast of Tanzania, with Victoria Falls, Zambia as our ultimate goal. It was a 10 hour bus ride on seats about 7 inches too narrow and shallow (the more people squeezed in a bus, the more money the companies make), and Bryan and I were unable to sit together. I entertained the baby that sat to my right
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