Better the Devil You Know

Remember the place I stayed in Dar Es Salaam first time round, (no electricity, washing by candle light) well I'm there again. The train didn't get in until 9pm (that's 25 hours travelling and it was 6 hours late arriving in Mbeya) and i figured beter to get a taxi to somewhere I know than thrash around in the dark. Dar not the safest of cities even in the daylight as we all now know. Because of the big delay I was worried that we might pass through the national park in the dark-which makes seeing things rather dificult, even rees and there easy to spot. But we didn't, we passed through around 2pm and I really did get more than I expected. I'd been hoping just to catch another glimpse of an elephant, managed to get a whole eyeload of 11 in four separate groups along the way. Train going to fast to take pictures but then if all I wanted were some nice photes I could have saved myself a lot of money by buying postcards instead of a plane ticket. Saw load (and I mean loads) of girraffe (plural giraffes?) too, they're deffinately my facourites, them or zebra, was loads of those too. And wildebeast which was really good because I'd never seen those before (Nakuru is naice and al but not really big enough to bother migrating too). And loads of water buck which are kind of like deer (though when I say that here I have to then explain what a deer is-it's kind of like a waterbuck) ans some monkeys,a vultur and and eagle, a really really big one. So am one very happy bunny, people pay hundreds of dollars for that and it didn't cost me a thing. Haha, there is some justice in the world. Not a lot, but some.
So I'm back in Dar Es Salaam and not exactly sure where I'm going to go fr0m here, two weeks until I need to be in Arusha to see Augustino. Looking forwad to that a lot and will deffinately get pictures for the magazine so Liz can stop flapping. She'll have to wait until I get back though-my camera doesn't talk to computers.
So anyway, a few days here to enoy all the things I missd out on first time round. I can actually afford the museum now, hurrah. And to re-take all the photos that got stolen. Maybe a littele shopping-a Wendy is a Wendy in any country after all.