Ugh, I’ve been meaning to write about Tanzania, but I just don’t know how. It doesn’t seem to lend itself to narrative very well. One thing I have been telling people, a highlight of the trip, was staying with a retired Tanzanian general with whom I am somehow related (getting euro-interpretable kinship terms from Tanzanians can be exciting, given the poor mapping between English and Swahili kinship terms). He is pretty awesome, very calm and unassuming and clearly connected like crazy; when we were stuck in the horrible traffic of Dar es Salaam, trying to get to the ferry to Zanzibar, he got it to wait 10 minutes for us.
For more, see my pictures.