It’s pretty dusty here. If you can’t deal with black boogers, you probably won’t be able to cut it. Also, speaking of boogers, it is socially acceptable to pick your nose. I’ll get back to you about the proper conduct of what to do with the nostril gold.

All of the bus-taxi-minivans “dala dalas” here are decorated with expressive themes. These themes include athletes, sports teams, general sayings, and Rick Ross.

Coke and pepsi, but mostly coke because I’m bias support entire villages. You can tell because all of the business signs are red with the same white lettering and a coke logo.

I am pretty certain there are no, if very minimal, vehicle inspection laws here. Case in point would be the SUV Justin drove us around in for the safari. The only dashboard utility that worked as far as I could tell were the meters for the two gas tanks. The speedometer definitely didn’t work. I found it especially interesting how we traveled all the way to Serengeti and back going 0 kph the entire time.

There is such thing as red bananas.

Tanzania’s / Africa’s new slogan for tourism:
Africa: if you’re white, you’re probably a tourist.

Every person we meet sincerely questions the idea that Teresa made it to the top.

Words. 

Jambo – hello
Mambo – what’s up
Asante – thank you
Lala salama – good night
Opapu – wind