The Long Return to Tanzania
November 14th 2012 I’ve been on the bus for four hours. My whole body aches from being wedged into an obsenely tiny seat, and the slight breeze from the opened window does little but add to the layer of dust collecting on my face. I already miss the beach, and my little wooden cabana, and most of all, the breeze from the ocean. I have at least four more hours to go before arriving in Iringa when the song “Time t
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