continuing our little resting time on the venerable Liemba, born in WW1 and still running. We had been lucky: one engine got problems and our trip was extended so we got an extra sunrise and we wouldn’t have to disembark at night.
business mama.
the Liemba had been refurbished some years before. Obviously not the cabin from 1925.
boarding at night. The ferry would stop in the dark night and people would come from the shoreline on small boats.
a morning on the Mahale mountains.
while docking somewhere alongside the shoreline. If the village was big enough and had a jetty, the ferry would dock properly.
and 2 years later, while I was flying a bit and relaxing a lot for Nomad Tanzania, I’d spot the Liemba from the Mahale park beach. Tthe landscape far away is Congo, 40 km away from Nomad’s luxury tented tents (or styled artistic wooden constructions).
…or a view from the airplane.
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