Arusha is a lovely place and I’ve been out far afield through gorgeous landscape and lush farmland that, in great part, is farmed by hand – I saw people planting corn this way . . . although I have seen five or six tractors and some delicate bullocks pulling ploughs on the land.
I’m lodged in a residential hotel. One room with amenities is most satisfactory but no guest room. The owner intimated she would make some arrangement to house visitors in another room and eventually I’ll explore this offer. I much prefer Arusha to the big city of Dar – easier to get around. I am 15 minutes from the town centre and 15 minutes from work. Ideal. I am still eating rice and beans and chopped spinach (although sometimes it’s beans and rice and chopped spinach). The meal remained the same at the Amabilis Centre precisely because this is, coupled with chicken and beef (and beef and chicken), what most Tanzanians eat daily, weekly, monthly, yearly.
Immediately off the comfortable thoroughfares of this tourist town, most residents appear to still get water from a pump and wash clothes in wee streams. I doubt there is much electricity or showers for most. How do these fine folk do it? – appear on the streets looking dapper in laundered and pressed clothes!