5am bus means waking up at 4:30. Miserable and pitch black. But we make the bus, and head to the house of a volunteer in Mbeya, Tanzania. Was able to eat and take a quick shower- and by shower I mean pouring water over my head from a bucket. By an amazing stroke up dumb luck, this volunteer lived a 10 minute walk from the train station, where I was able to catch the train I'd bought tickets for back in Dar Es Salaam, and had given up on somewhere in southern Tanzania. I made the train and settled in for the long ride with my cabin mates, a Japanese guy named Yoichiro, a Kenyan named Alex, and some Danish guy who didn't stay long.
In the evening, just as the sun went down, we crossed into Zambia
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