Category Archives: Tanzania

Whispers die quietly. The only sound is that of a heavy bolt falling in place. Someone has been admitted into the holding cell.

Somewhere to our right a waterfall of clouds spills over the crater wall, making for a spectacular view. Immediately out of nowhere tens of Maasai women flock around us

Lake Manyara Park is smaller than TNP, but holds promises. The first to greet us here is the warthog, refusing to move until I have him on camera.

Arusha is rising from its slumber as we make our getaway. The weather is still gloomy when we leave Arusha to spend five days in the bush.

Despite the abundance of these attractive men around, the ones that share the daladala with us are of the different kind. Fortunately, none of them are carrying any livestock this morning.

Moshi is not small. In fact it is spread out on many directions and there are no real roads connecting one end to the other. Mud splattered name boards are everywhere.

I glance at the certificate and freeze. The summit date is wrong. They have missed it by a day. Siraji assures me that it happens all the time. “No matter,” he says calmly. “You don’t worry.”