Dar es Salaam

The argument, if you could call it that, happened in Terminal 3 in the small hours. Lorena, my wife, wanted the reclining chairs. I wanted the Sleepover, the pods you rent by the hour, and I had the price open on my phone ready to make the case. Lorena won. We slept, or did something next to sleeping, for a couple of hours in two plastic [...]