Back to Tabora

On Monday morning we caught the train from Kigoma back to Tabora. The train was actually in the station at 7:30am, the scheduled time of departure. Impressive. And it left the station at 9:30am. Not too shabby. And then it stopped for no apparent reason multiple times along the way. I was sure I heard a loud hissing sound like we were losing some sort of fluid like, oh I don’t know, maybe brake fluid. The train did jerk a bunch whenever we had to stop to pick up goods from the roadside vendors. Who knows.

As usual my sidekick Siwan and I had no idea what was going on at any particular moment. We kept the door locked and broke out the wine in a box we purchased on the black market of Kigoma. Below you can see our wine glass – plastic water bottle cut with the always practical swiss army knife to make a nice shaped glass albeit rough around the edges. Thirteen hours later we arrived in Tabora and were met by friends at the station. It was a great trip overall, a real adventure.

Waking up early to catch the train home.