Dar es Salaam

We left the foothills of Kilimanjaro and headed south to Bagamoyo. Bagamoyo is a long stretch of white sandy beach 2 hours north of Dar es Salaam. We found a resort campsite right on the beach and pulled on the dodgy Hawaiian shorts and went swimming. The water wasn’t as warm as the title “Indian Ocean” would have you imagine.  We set our stove up and made brews of tea and hot chocolate and chilled out under the coconut trees. This was the first day in a while were we could relax as we didn’t have to make up any distance or sort out anything. We were free to relax on the beach. That evening we even weaned ourselves of the ration pack diet and went to a restaurant. The next morning we slept in and went beach combing. When the tide went out it left a number of rock pool’s with an abundance of life in them. Jack and Johnny went off capturing hermit crabs collecting shells. They managed to scavenge a number of shell fish for dinner. We then set off for Dar es Salaam to meet a relative of Chris who lives out there. After exploring the streets of ‘Dar’ we met Roach at his work (Don’t worry Chantelle, he fed us well). He took us up to his friend Sid’s house where he kindly let us set up our tent in his backyard. Jack and Johnny went on a recce to find somewhere to cook our shellfish for us while Red and Chris did some website updating. We weren’t successful in finding a local place to cook our shellfish so we boiled them ourselves. We met Sid’s security guard Leganasa, who was a Masai. He explained that the Masai move their cattle once a year. Leganasa was working in Dar to earn enough money to buy more cows for his herd. He was engaged to a Masai girl in Arusha and needed another 20 cows as a gift to the girl’s father. We sat up chatting to Sid about the usual topics of women, sport and politics while sampling some of the local sugar cane spirit Konyagi. Sid was an awesome host and it was a pleasure to have met him and his father. The next morning we decided to investigate a noise that had occurred in the back right wheel. On closer inspection, Johnny in his encyclopaedic knowledge of mechanics insisted buying new brake pads was the way forward. Roach kindly organised a local mechanic to deliver some new pads down to us. Twenty minutes later Doris was all set for the road again. We bid our farewells and set off on our new direction of south west. We were now leaving the Indian Ocean behind and are making our way across Malawi, Zambia, Botswana and Namibia to the Atlantic.

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