Monday I handed in the keys to my house and my Nissan Hardbody which came with the contract.
Somehow a little traumatising, I must admit, as they made my life in Tanzania so easy.
Rather symbolic, today it all went crazy.
I'm so priviledged to be staying with a friend who has a really nice house on the Kigamboni site, close to the beach and calm. All I needed to gear down, see people and sort practicalities before I return to Europe. It even comes with a car, called 'Rocky' (or 'Lucky') which I took to town today.
When I drove down Toure Drive I heard a loud gun shut, seconds later realising one of the car tyres had exploded with a big bang.
I've been cruising all over Tanzania for the past two and a half years in my Hardbody without a puncture. Today I had two. The explosion which tore the tyre into two on Toure Drive, and then another one one hour ago returning home to Kigamboni.
No transport officer at MS to call (or to blame for a car with worn out tyres). I had to find a solution by myself.
I'm a little fascinated what a former development worker can do by herself when she has to (well, someone else (the police officer and an askari at the Danish ambassador's residence) actually changed the tyre - they just took over in this Swahili slow mode way, where they end up with the tools and I go for notes in my bag - and Bashir, the most famous taxi driver unlimited among my friends, lead the way into Livingstone Street and knew exactly what kind of new tyre to ask for.
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