Surviving in the world is hard.
June 19th 2008 It’s a gray, dreary, rain-soaked evening when we roll into Dar es Salaam. The commotion at the bus station - the porters grabbing at our bags, the hopeful cab drivers jangling their keys in our faces - is more, after six cramped hours, than me and Joost can stand. We overpay for a taxi, winding through the darkening streets while the city’s homeless - adjusting their blankets and boxes, proppi
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