Dukabovu, Tanzania
We might have made the 140 km to Arusha if not for the headwinds and two flat tires. Maasai herdsmen stop by to watch me change the flats; We’re as odd a sight to them as they are to us. Neither of us slept well in a guest house behind a noisy bar, and we waited an hour and a half for breakfast in the morning; though the staff was friendly. Lamakh didn’t know what a tip was, even though I used the Swahili word, bakshishi, to describe it. Tipping here is uncommon outside of tourist areas.






