Tales from Tanzania Part 3
My stay in Tanzania wasn’t pleasure based, so it doesn’t accord me the opportunity to truly experience Dar’s party life. But you have to love Tanzania’s liberal approach to alcohol and the proliferation of bars in every possible place or building. Alcohol is everywhere, like weed in a fertile land; the beloved brew is never too far from parched lips. You just have to step out of the house and you will find all manners of beers and liquor at the lowest prices possible; man, those prices are a good reason for any decent drunkard to decamp to Tanzania. Liquor here is sold in most shops, restaurants even the mama mboga ones), wines and spirits and bars. Hell, I don’t think they have ever heard of liquor licenses here or bar restrictions to certain areas. For the scotch lovers, I usually get a 750ml Grants for 750Ksh and enjoy the smooth liquor on a cliff at the Coco beach, Oyster Bay.
Dar’s beaches are diverse but the most favorite beach, Tz version of pirates, is Coco beach. Some beaches are free while you have to cough out a hundred bob to enter some. People come to Coco for all kinds of reasons. For me, my three favorite reasons are swimming, karaoke on Wednesday nights and drinking scotch on the cliffs that majestically adorn the sides of the beach. On weekends the Dar crowd flocks to Coco and in their carefree manner, in a way only Tanzanites can, have a carefree blast. Some would sit outside the many clubs that face the beach and sip their cold Serengetis as they watch the waves crashing into the trim figures of brown beautiful maidens. Others would just walk along the beach letting the warm wet sand caress the soles of their feet bringing rejuvenation to tired legs. You can’t fail to envy those playing with the waves, in floaters mostly, swaying with the rhythm of the sea and drifting with the spirit of the water. These TZ maidens never cease to amaze me, the way they strip the wet clothes after a swim, revealing their naked breasts to the public, unconcerned, unperturbed, unworried.
TZ women are not necessarily more beautiful than their Kenyan counterparts. However, you will not turn any corner without encountering a lady so beautiful her beauty would shock the breath out of you leaving you famously breathless. Beautiful women in TZ are not just beautiful, their beauty is so refined, amplified and pure you can’t claim the right to possess such divinity. When you hold her in your arms and feel her lush lips on yours; you experience wonder, you feel like a deity….in a way, you get transformed. Her skin feels so soft you fear your unworthy hands might cause damage and when she looks deep into your eyes and see traces of desire in them; you understand what it is to feel manly. Yes, TZ ladies can do that to a bloke and their manners can ensnare any guy tired of the usurped machismo prevalent in our Kenyan ladies. The only other thing finer than these deities is food here. Walk to any decent restaurant and you will be shocked at the sheer delicacy of most foods. But you have to love “samaki wa foil” as they call it here; fish wrapped in a foil with a variety of vegetables then steamed, it’s just fantastic. I haven’t tried “pweza yet” somehow octopus meat does not appeal to me even though most claim here it’s an aphrodisiac.
My advice, as I wind up my tales, is for one to avoid public buses. They are a nightmare, a ride right from the bowels of hell. The fare is shockingly cheap with fares painted on the sides of the buses but the buses are always overloaded and the jams or “foleni” as they call them are a nightmare. Stick to the tuk tuks or cabs or rent a car near Ubungo or in Lumumba Street Kariakor area. All in all, TZ is a lovely place and the hospitality of its people is simply unrivalled.