|Dar es Salam traffic jams|
The first part of the journey out of Dar was urban Africa at its worse - a combination of cars, buses, bicycles and pedestrians all taking ownership of the road with few traffic rules. I admire the people who make a living out of the traffic jams by running up and down between the lines of cars and buses selling anything : phone chargers, cashew nuts, oranges, newspapers, and even sheets and towels!
The main hazard at this stage were the traffic cops, who jump out arbitrarily from behind trees to catch you for speeding - difficult when there are few speed limit signs. We both got done. I tried to argue that there hadn't been a speed limit sign, and suggested we went back to check - this wasn't going down well and it was easier to pay. The system seems to be for pocket money collection for the police rather than road safety.
The last day was just 3 hours home on the dirt, but I fussed all the time as in the back of the car was the brand new, very large photocopier that had been donated to the Bible college. It - and me - survived the bumps thanks to Alastair's very experienced African driving. It's good to be home.