Eid Mubarak to all, belatedly, for last weekend :) For us Eid brought with it the benefits of a long weekend and the promise of fun and frolicks in the hills of Morogoro with the hash -Dar Hash House Harriers, for those asking the inevitable question... So we set off a bit late on Saturday morning in Franklin my beloved Rav4, and when we get to Chalinze and stop at teh usual garage we find half of the rest of the hashers all also stopped there and feeding on sambusas, beer and bright orange fanta. The buggers were all late too, [View Full Entry]

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So I have been wondering. CHicken ownership in Tanzania. How does that work? Back in the UK people own chickens but they are kept in the yard or in <forgets the word for chicken "hutches"> ... chicken runs (?!?!) and not left to wander the street. In Dar chickens run free ... minichickens at their scaly little heels ... pecking at the ground with no restrictions on their movements. How, I have asked many people, does everyone know whose chicken is whose? If I stopped and picked up a chicken and drove away with it, who would know? How would they [View Full Entry]

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So on my way home last night I decided to take a short-cut through the back of Masaki, an old fishing village now absorbed into the big urban sprawl of Dar es Salaam. The roads, predictably un-tarmacced (spelling?!?!) are terrible, which is great as it means noone else goes that way and I can escape the heavy traffic along the main road. Turning a corner I had to pull up short, as in front of me was something of an obstruction in the road. One of the egg-men (who carry eggs in trays by the hundred on the back of a [View Full Entry]

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OK so Day Mark #1 of Blog #2. Last time I tried this I didn't get very far - despite having a seemingly endless story bank it felt weird typing it all up onto the screen. SO I gave up. However since then I have found myself reading other people's blogs with increasing interest, and thought I'd have another go. Life here is so endlessly absurd, so utterly ridiculous, that often the sheer lunacy drifts into the mundane and I need to give myself a shake to remind myself - here I am, this is me, I am doing this.... The [View Full Entry]

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