MARTINA'S WORLD TRIP TANZANIA: June 1 - June 22, 2004 |
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Wednesday, June 23rd, 2004 On board the Tazara, | ||||||||
Wednesday, June 23rd, 2004 On board the Tazara Having said that this train ride was one of the most relaxing experiences of my whole Africa trip, I probably need to exclude the first night from this statement: The train stopped at several stations throughout the night and each time, the breaks were shrieking, the lights went on, and there was a lot of noise in the corridor and outside on the platforms. Sometimes, people would open the door to our compartment because they were mistaken about their carriage number, and each time the train took off again, the engine made a lot of noise and I had to hold on to my bed in order not to fall out of it because of the sudden jerking movements of the train. In addition to these regular stops, we also halted in the middle of nowhere a few times. I didn’t understand what was going on until I realised that there were actually people outside in the darkness who tried to sell things through the windows. While Melanie and I were more annoyed about the interruptions, Dorothy and Gertrud would jump up a couple of times to buy big sacks of rice, huge banana plants, tons of potatoes and fruits from the dealers outside. It took me quite a while to understand that these purchases were actually part of their “shopping tours” to Tanzania. Apparently, a lot of goods were cheaper here than in Zambia. Slowly our compartment filled with all sorts of groceries and their respective smells. After a while I tried hard not to be disturbed in my sleep anymore but luckily, I was awake and quick enough to shout at the boy who jumped up our open window to grab whatever he could steal from the table inside our compartment while everybody else was negotiating deals through the windows on the other side of the train. After that, we kept the window shut for the rest of the night. The next day was entirely spent on the train. I woke up around 8:30 am and remember that I was quite knocked out after last night. Breakfast was served inside the compartment (a first class privilege) and just like the food in the train restaurant, it wasn’t outstanding. I spent most of the morning reading in bed and then went over to another carriage to visit Frank, the Dutch guy I met at the train station yesterday. He shared his compartment with a local student and Richard, an American Economist who was doing some research in Tanzania. All of them got off the train at Mbeya, where we arrived shortly past noon. Mbeya is the capital of southern Tanzania and was our last stop before crossing the border to Zambia sometime in the afternoon. I went back to the train restaurant for lunch and spent the afternoon reading, looking out of the window and chatting with my fellow passengers. |
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