the mayor will hate me for calling Arusha small town whereas it is now officially a city. Years of battling to obtain that empty title…but hey if it makes some people wet, good for them.
a city, with a disused railway track? How shameful is that…that track was a dead end connecting from here to Dar es Salaam. The only one in the northern part of Tanzania. I’d like to hear what stories and lame excuses the government would provide for that decision.
family going to church, all dressed up. The teenager boy must be a typical one with his own tastes and I bet the mother is only starting to enjoy the fights to come. The smaller kid is still sporting a mandatory suit. Typical dressed up small boy.
another Sunday example of church goers.
Easy Rider? Not really, only a handful of this kind of bikes in town and I bet he is a lawyer or something like anywhere else in the world. Real Hell Angels are becoming scarce.
recurrent scene on Saturdays. One car of a wedding convoy. Horns blaring of course.
motorbike taxi drivers waiting for adrenaline seeker clients. Hospitals have noticed a serious jump in motorbike casualties since these cheap things started to flock in the country some years ago. Hospitals have now open their Toyo wards, after the most common brand name. And supreme sign that the situation is bad, even the cops woke up one day and organized a safety campaign. From her office window Karine started to notice weekly funerals with bikers attending in noisy convoys.
I have to admit that helmets made a shy appearance recently. But, there is a but of course, some female passengers are reluctant to wear them because their sometimes weird haircuts would be crushed. Then there is the hygiene aspect…note that even the riders aren’t totally convinced yet to wear them. Not rare to see a helmet hanging on an elbow or on the handlebar.
street sellers are numerous. Notice the artistic road sign, on a main artery in Arusha.
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