Amongst the hordes of touts and commission seekers that had us surrounded from the moment we arrived in Arusha, all the while shouting at us that their guesti house was the closest and cheapest, or pulling us by our backpacks, or holding onto our arms, Jack casually said that his Fathers Guesti was just around the corner and he'd be happy to show it to us if we wanted. If not, "hakuna matata, salama safari" (no worries, safe journey.) So taken aback were we that we had to ask him to repeat himself and sure enough, he had said what we thought he said. The touts followed us around the corner to Jacks Fathers place, Masheles Bar and G house, still holding on and shouting that if we didn't like Masheles, their place was still the
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