cool glasses! Maybe the French singer Polnareff was here…
prisoners in a “convertible” prison van. Prisoners in Tanzania are probably not to be envied, like in any African country. “Midnight Express” revisited I heard. But in any case, you bump into prisoners here and there just walking along in town in their orange uniform without escort, or a bunch of them working along a road under the supervision of one sleepy ward. All happy, greeting me on my bicycle, not dangerous apparently. Some manage to keep and run their usual business from the prison! Look at this truck, only one warden (I think it’s the one with the blue hat) in the back and he looks away. But they don’t escape. Maybe they volunteered to avoid a nagging wife? One day I was looking for a short cut on dirt tracks with the motorbike and I ended up in the prison yard without anybody raising an eyebrow. It appears there is only one gate, at the front side, opposite the airport! Funny feeling to cross a prison gate like that.
moving furniture and using them at best in the meantime. Mount Meru towers above Arusha and is visible from many spots.
fashion is not as important as in the Congo but it is definitely taken seriously by some.
I have to try this with my bicycle one day. 5 crates of Cokes, that’s quite a feat, no?
yep there are zebra crossings. Better be careful nonetheless though. The pair on the left is made of a blind man being guided. I’ve noticed a few like these, begging.
colors! This fuel station was one the numerous ones involved in a scam where paraffin was mixed to regular fuel to lower the costs. Fuel filters didn’t appreciate the treatment, nor the motorists’ wallets. In term of justice, not much seemed to have happened…
poor guy, no need to go to the gym after that: a wheelbarrow and 120 lt of liquid to carry across town…
another hard day for this woman. The general condition of the pavements in Tanzania could deserve a full blog post one day.
Kaka, what a name to bear! That means “poo” in French…notice the advertising streamer above the daladala. Another evangelist booby trap. Some smart asses noticed it worked really well in the US, so they brought the technique here. Some friends of mine who are themselves normal believers admit to be shocked too because in the end, local people wind up poorer too than when they got in, much poorer. “Yesu” means “Jesus” in Swahili of course.
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