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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.”