Touching enormous amounts of wood as I say this: “I haven’t actually needed the Boots sized pharmacy I bought with me”, nor have I been bitten THAT much. Now of course the mosquitoes will descend upon me, I’ll get malaria, yellow fever, dengue fever – the lot!
September 7, 2007
Pub Alberto
So we went to the hot spot in Moshi last night for a bit of clubbing Tanzania-stylee.
As soon as any of us hit the dance floor (in groups for safety of course) we were descended upon like bees round a honey pot or similar analogy (my brain is not fully working today – too much Konyagi last night). For some reason most of the women in the club weren’t dancing (I suspect because almost all of them were prostitutes – it’s got a bit of a reputation you see) so when we turned up not only did we have the advantage of being mzungus en masse, we were also willing to get on the dance floor!
Now I don’t know how many of you have seen a Tanzanian man dance but basically most of the action happens below the waist area which is a tad disconcerting. This totally freaked out a couple of the girls who retired to the relative safety of the bar which meant that there were even less girls for the men to dance with so every girl that was dancing had about three or four men trying to get rather too up close and personal than was entirely comfortable. Apparently though my bumping and grinding was the talk of all the other volunteers!
Somehow I managed to part with my email address a couple of times which is a tad worrying but haven’t opened my in box to a mass of Tanzanian greetings this morning which makes me think that they’ve probably lost them – phew!
