First a repetition of the two-hour dirt road back to Iringa. It seemed longer. The town looked even more bustling this morning than the previous occasion, and it was even more evident just how much the population has embraced the tin roof. Almost ubiquitous.
There had been an earlier, tentative suggestion that we stop at Isimila Stone Age Site, and fortunately the group voted to stop. It turned out to be way more extensive and interesting than the small-scale curiosity I had been expecting. Erosion has created an other-wordly, film-set landscape, complete with fragile sandstone pillars, some topped off with resistant boulders.
After lunch, taken at the site, the remainder of the afternoon was devoted to reaching The Old Farmhouse Campground at Kisolanza by 1700ish. It had been chucking it down for about an hour, so the unexpected option of upgrade to basic, but rather cute, cabins was a definite boon. The ground had become just a touch damp.
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