Tuesday January 11th.
Today was another long truck travel day. We started out at 6:00 and arrived at the Tanzania border by 7:30. The crossing was painless, but there was a $50 visa fee. Then we continued on our way.
Almost as soon as we crossed the border some things changed. The soil changed from red to black and the farming became more focused. Instead of subsistence farming, they are now growing large fields of bananas, corn, tea and coffee, presumably to sell.
Took quite a few pictures out the window, but that's hard to do. You sometimes get what you aimed at, or you get a tree that goes by. However, it's the best you can do when you can't stop when and where you want.
Hung my head out the window a few times to see things, and it reminded me of riding the bike – wind in your face and all.
Saw a big tanker trunk hauling another tanker behind it and a goat balanced on a small platform between!
Passed a large area of evergreen trees that had obviously been planted as they were all the same size and in rows. Shortly afterwards saw a sign for a paper mill. Wonder if the trees are native or planted for pulp and paper?
Finally arrived at our campsite in Iringa by 5:30. Set up tent quickly and we have an hour before the camp prepares a meal for us. Should be good, something different and Vernon gets a break.
The restaurant turned out to be an old hundred year old Kisolanza Farm House that the Syrian owners found in the bush and refurbished with a roof and and a middle eastern motif. Dinner was spinach with ginger, ugali (polenta), new potatoes, and meat balls. The starter was a carrot and cardomin soup.
After dinner John and I went to another little hut where the bar was and had a brandy and a brownie. In the room were a group of ten native people having a business meeting. Nice atmosphere.
Then off to the tent for another early rise.
Today was another long truck travel day. We started out at 6:00 and arrived at the Tanzania border by 7:30. The crossing was painless, but there was a $50 visa fee. Then we continued on our way.
Almost as soon as we crossed the border some things changed. The soil changed from red to black and the farming became more focused. Instead of subsistence farming, they are now growing large fields of bananas, corn, tea and coffee, presumably to sell.
Took quite a few pictures out the window, but that's hard to do. You sometimes get what you aimed at, or you get a tree that goes by. However, it's the best you can do when you can't stop when and where you want.
Hung my head out the window a few times to see things, and it reminded me of riding the bike – wind in your face and all.
Saw a big tanker trunk hauling another tanker behind it and a goat balanced on a small platform between!
Passed a large area of evergreen trees that had obviously been planted as they were all the same size and in rows. Shortly afterwards saw a sign for a paper mill. Wonder if the trees are native or planted for pulp and paper?
Finally arrived at our campsite in Iringa by 5:30. Set up tent quickly and we have an hour before the camp prepares a meal for us. Should be good, something different and Vernon gets a break.
The restaurant turned out to be an old hundred year old Kisolanza Farm House that the Syrian owners found in the bush and refurbished with a roof and and a middle eastern motif. Dinner was spinach with ginger, ugali (polenta), new potatoes, and meat balls. The starter was a carrot and cardomin soup.
After dinner John and I went to another little hut where the bar was and had a brandy and a brownie. In the room were a group of ten native people having a business meeting. Nice atmosphere.
Then off to the tent for another early rise.
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