TAZARA
Day 9 – Tazara to Mbeya: The Bill for the Pleasure
By the second day, the train was in my bones. The constant low roll over old rails, which the night before had been a lullaby, had worked its way into me, and when I tried to write in the notebook my hand shook with it. Outside, the country kept changing. Beyond the savannah had come the wet Kilombero valley, green and full of water, and [...]
Day 8 – The Tazara: Ten Hours Late
The banana was one of the best I’ve ever eaten. It came through a lowered window somewhere in the middle of Tanzania, handed up from a platform while the train sat still under a sun it wasn’t supposed to be under, and I have thought about it ever since. But I am ahead of myself. We got to the Tazara station in the morning. [...]