You just can’t be in Africa without thinking of Toto’s song by the same name, and I can’t resist offering both the original and a very moving chorale version:
Now that we have that accomplished, let me say Jambo to everyone from here in Dar es Salaam, United Republic of Tanzania. I got in last night, and to adjust to the time zone (7 hours ahead of Eastern Daylight Time), I’ve done my usual brief walk-about. (I have to admit that I was rather disappointed by the rain, as it made me decide not to take a boat-ride to the nearby island of Zanzibar. Oh, well.)
Dar is a large city, the capital of Tanzania. It is somewhat similar to Accra, my only other personal reference point, but there are some profound differences. You may recall my comment that Accra contained throngs of people. People everywhere! Milling about, selling things in roadside or sidewalk stands, and so on. Now I haven’t seen that much of Dar es Salaam, but what I have seen is much different. Things are much quieter, there are far fewer people on the streets and sidewalks, the traffic isn’t quite as congested. I’m not sure how much to make of this, and perhaps it will gel as time goes on. M initial thought was that Tanzania might be a wealthier nation due to tourism, but it turns out that the economy is mainly agrarian, and tourism has not yet been effectively tapped. Tell that to the vast majority of folks on my flight from Amsterdam last night who got off at the Mount Kilimanjaro airport to go on safari. Ghana has far more natural resources, according to the Wiki, so I’m probably missing something.
Unlike last time, I’m staying in a hotel rather than the hospital guest house. The Aga Khan Hospital is undergoing major construction and expansion, and no one was sure there even are any guest rooms at the moment.
I hit two of the highlights of Dar on my little trek, the National Museum and a waterfront area called Slipway. The Museum is quite near the hotel, located in an area full of government buildings. As I walked by the Prime Minister’s office, a monkey dashed across the street directly in front of me. That’s something you don’t see in Washington, D.C. No comments, please.
The small but fascinating museum had a nice display of artifacts, fossils, and replicas thereof from Oldavi Gorge, the birthplace of human-kind (which I might get to see over the weekend). I found an old relative…meet your great^1,000,000th grand-daddy, Mr. Hominid:
Do you remember hearing about David Livinstone, the great explorer (Dr. Livingstone, I presume..)? Here’s his writing desk:
Slipway is a nice waterfront area with several restaurants, shops, and a craft market. Here I am enjoying a libation, which you can’t see it but rest assured it was only bottled water:
This was my first view of the Indian Ocean from its western shore; I had the chance to stick my foot in it from the Australian side when I spoke in Perth in 2010. Dug-out canoes are ubiquitous:
The craft market featured lots of paintings and wood carvings, as well as bright fabrics and clothing:
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