The road was long and beautiful. It winded over gently undulating semi-savannah, across the Fipa-plateau, past small friendly villages and through deep and damp forest. Wouldn’t it have been for a twist of fate we would never have discovered that exceptional stretch of bad gravel and instead we would have been chugging up Lake Tanganyika on the legendary steamer MV Liemba.
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Commersial GraffitiA throw-up for a Washing-powder company done on a mudhouse in Ujiji. Makes me wanna by some cans and go down to the harbour of Kigoma and tag the MV Liemba. I would probably get should, would I 've been caught.
In the captains cabinWe might have missed the famous ferry, but travelling with Mr Ali in his truck many times felt like being aboard a boat. Especially after all the heavy downfall, when the road at times looked like a long river.
The face of deathTanzanians are among the worlds worst drivers. They just honk the horn once and then drive, not caring the least if they would hit a pedestrian or cyclist in their way. In Tanzania might is right, and it's up to you to survive the rough traffic. Do as the locals do, throwing themselves vigorously to the sides as soon as they hear the aggressive honkings behind them. Here Aili's meeting the typical public transport of Tanzania, an overloaded truck.
What a predicamentWe want the right to stare as closely and as much as we want on the strange Muzungus, but we don't want the Muzungu to stare back at us through his camera. Hmm, tricky... The best way to get integrity in Tanzania is to pull out the camera and pretend to snap, then quickly all spectators disappear.
A plate of proteinCausing a moral issue in a small village. Do vegetarians eat insects? At least Aili tried the wasps that was locally known as "Manona" and supposed to be eaten alive. She said they tasted like eating vegetable fat, with a bit of a crunch. In Kigoma they were also sold, but then fried.
Leaving for BurundiJust before another torrential downpour soaked us in the mountainous area northeast of Kigoma.
Friendly farmersIn the small village of Mao, little has changed during the last 100 years.
Through the forestAili struggling up a hill somewhere north of Mpanda. Along the road we saw waterfalls and warthogs. Cycling here was divine, until the rain started.
The usual crowdjudging Aili closely as she's doing something with her bike. Those Muzungus are so strange! At the weekly market at Laela.
Masaai shoesAfrican Ingenuity. Shoes made out of old car-tires. Talkabout long-lasting flip-flops. We got ourselves a pair each, that will probably outlast us.
The hat-smashing procedure of those daysThe Stanley-Livingstone museum in Ujiji is a joke, with these papier-mache statues of Stanley smashing his hat in Dr Livingstoes face being the highlight. That and the caretaker's unmatched voice. It was hard not to burst out in loud laughter when he pronounced: Westii-miniii-striii Abbiiiiii!!! Any one that goes will understand what I mean.
Fellow cyclistThrough the greenery, the road gently curved. Somewhere north of Mpanda.
The trainstation in KigomaThe town of Kigoma is the largest town in Western Tanzania and a hub for all the UNHCR's trying to take care of all the refugees from Burundi and DRC. Around Kigoma several thousands of refugees live in camps. Now the UNHCR is trying to repatriate them in their home countries, since the economical burden is getting to heavy for Tanzania.