I have had every possible experience that you can have on a bus here. I had a woman with two chickens sitting next to me, a Masai asking me to marry him (which i didn’t understand, so I just smiled and nodded politely. Until he alerted the whole bus to help him explain to me what he was saying. Once I grasped the meaning I said: Nooooooo no no no) and the most horrifying experience: I woke up and had a baby on my lap. I dimly remembered a woman with a child sitting next to me when I drifted of but now there was a middle aged man in her place. I asked him if it was his baby but he denied. My stomach sank and my mind went haywire. I could obviously not leave it there. I held it up in the bus like the monkey Rafiki held Simba up in ‘the lion king’ asking who’s baby it was. Fortunately the lady was sitting a few rows behind me and took her baby girl back. I was very relieved.

I had a flat tire in one small bus and even a crash where the bus hit a truck that did an emergency break on the highway (that’s why we use seatbelts people).

I arrived on Zanzibar yesterday. Turquoise water and white beaches. Everyone here either works in a hostel, is a kite surfing instructor, sells everything from bracelets over paintings and clothes for tourists or organizes trips to caves and snorkeling trips. It’s quite the opposite to the villages I stayed in before.

I think my favorite place was Iringa. The hostel I stayed in was incredibly beautiful and the owner Eric did a bonfire with us, took us to his friends farm for horse back riding, brought us to the great Ruaha river for swimming, took us to ‘Ismila’ a small canyon where traces of homo sapiens back from stone age had been found and hiked with me to the sunset on my last evening.

Arusha had a beautiful waterfall which we swam in (around 4 degrees water temperature) and in Moshi I went to the ‘hot springs’ – basically tropical island but naturally originated and in the middle of nowhere. The life guards there did an entire acrobatic show with the swing they had there and I was between wonder and anxiety for them to break their necks or the branch to break while little fish nawed on the dead skin of my feet.

Traveling alone is actually the exact opposite of being by myself. It feels like I am with everyone around me. I talk to everyone, i meet people on the bus, in the tuktuk, on my way hiking, in the hostels, on trips. Everyone is keen to help you here and when you ask for directions, they won’t just point out the direction but bring you up to the doorstep of your destination.

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