Off to Dar and a phamly reunited...

This morning Erin said some goodbyes to friends in her program, and we were off to Dar es Salaam. Our first stop was the ATM to get cash, of course. The second stop was the Arusha Airport, not to be confused with Mount Kilimanjaro International. We drove down a dirt road that veered off the highway, and suddenly, we were in the midst of a lot of tiny little airplanes.

Made in Moshi?

We spent today in Moshi, a city at the foot of Mount Kilimanjaro about an hour bus ride from Arusha.  (That includes roughly 5000 stops along the way, and an improvised exit crawling over the seats, and a few other passengers, so everyone sitting in the aisles wouldn't have to move!)

We did not see Mount Kilimanjaro. (I have been told no one ever does, so I have no idea why I thought I would be different.  Especially when we started out the day in the rain.  But optimist is my middle name.)

What we did see was a lot of stuff.  Shoes, skirts, dresses, handbags, backpacks, pots and pans, live chickens... you name it, they have it.  There is, quite simply, no shortage of tangible items in Tanzania.