Day 22: the Peace Corps days

Somehow met up with the peace corps volunteers, a group I'd met at my hostel in Dar, at a busy Tanzanian  bus station at the scruffy edge of town. Didn't have a cell phone, so it's a little hit and miss trying to find people, but I've learned to rely on the fact that it's really, really easy to spot white people in Africa.  (Back in Uganda, Deepak says to me: "if you are ever a fugitive, don't come to Africa.  We spotted you a mile away).  Anyhow, somehow met up with the group, hopped on a long bus ride to Iringa, 7 cramped hours away.  Getting in at nightfall, I got to try some Tanzanian food, and at Tanzanian prices.  90 cents got me a large place of rice and beans, smothered with red chili sauce.  That's how they do it.