Or in reality, the bus. After our hellish experience in Ethiopia we were both dreading the bus trip from Dar Es Salaam to Arusha... so much so we did actually vaguely consider flying. But, at some point we would have to return to buses so we thought sooner was better than later. So, we both drugged up on travel sickness tablets and prepared for another 9 hours of hell....
Fortunately, Tanzanian buses are a world away from Ethiopian buses. There were only four seats across.. .and they were actual seats rather than a bench. Plus, there was enough leg room that our knees were still attached at the end of the journey. Then the road, ah the marvelous tarmac road!!! So, we enjoyed the view, actually ate something at the lunch stop (we never managed to eat on Ethiopian buses), and used the toilets at all the stops without gagging. In Ethiopia there was one stop a day and the toilets were vastly inferior to squatting in the bush as people tended to use the floor whilst they were waiting and none of them flushed. In contrast we had 3 stops on the 9 hour journey and all toilets worked, had toilet paper and soap to wash your hands!!!! We were also incredibly lucky to have a perfectly clear view of Mt Kilimanjaro on the way past (usually being so high it is obscured by clouds), which was quite stunning and reinforced the fact that we have no desire to climb it.
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