charobaro

We took off from Canada at five to midnight on Monday and arrived in Dar at 2:35am on Wednesday morning. 9:30 from Toronto to Istanbul. 7:00 from Istanbul to Dar.

Wednesday night we went out for Brazilian barbecue close to the house. Thursday night we had sushi at Slipway after just missing the sunset and then went to Caribou Court to have drinks with Canadian CIDA and DFAIT workers. Friday night we met our lovely Acadian friends (again) and a Montrealer for a quiet night at Trinity (I didn't know they were having double g&t's so really it wasn't that quiet a night). Tonight is going to be a quiet night.

what I've learned:
- Brazilian barbecue has a great buffet and you get what looks like a coaster with green on one side and red on the other. Green means go and you get various kinds of meat (beef, lamb, shrimp, fish), which arrives on swords, until you turn your coaster over to the red side.
- a friend had two house guests arrive who had bicycled from Switzerland. They left in October and averaged 50km a day. And Tanzania had by the worst road safety, they had to pitch themselves off their bike to avoid being killed five or six times.
- there has been actual talk of putting a paved road through the Serengeti. Upon being warned that this would disrupt the migration, this was seen as a positive if it would prevent the migration from going to Kenya. sigh. (also, hey, what 5% of the roads in your biggest city are paved?)
- J has been researching places I can get my hair cut. Oyster Bay is the leading contender. They also have wifi and a new (air conditioned) gym.
- charobaro is a street term that pretty much means douchebag.
- jet lag is kicking my butt.  I'm sure it's that and not keggers with Canadians.
- my words are coming back. But I didn't have anything there when our Massai guard asked me how my trip was. (blahblah blah safiri?)