Today it was farewell to The Indian Ocean. No more sea until Namibia over on the west coast, weeks from now. Although we have planned to get away from Sunset Beach at a sensible hour, and do not therefore need a reveille much before 0700, the pink brigade alongside are all up and doing before 0500. Sleep is well and truly over.
The morning is to be taken up by the grind back across Dar-es-Salaam's traffic, three hours with luck and a following wind. A small hiccough, that of Urs sneaking a photo of a trader out of the side window, lost us about three quarters of an hour, when said trader took umbrage and mithered to the local gendarmerie. The truck was boarded and directed to the pen, where an overblown fine was extracted from driver Gary.
The remainder of the drive saw us behind many, many painfully slow vehicles, and the predicted 6-hour journey took over 9. Once again, there was an unexpected level of sophistication at the campground, Tann-Swiss, an establishment started some years ago by a Swiss couple. Great showers with real hot water. Not that hot water is particularly de rigueur when it's still over 32 degrees C at 1830. Good for those in laundry mode though.
The mozzies showed up tonight, but the temperature was much better for sleeping, and most of the group achieved some catching-up. Tomorrow, we head for mountains, ergo cooler still?!
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