So my spleen falls out. Actually it bounced out. When you have to take a 4-wheel drive mini-bus, you should expect that there is a possibility that your spleen will fall out. From the border of Burundi to Kigoma, Tanzania, should be called the land of the lost spleens. Oh, bad ride. Crammed mini-bus, bad bad roads, people vomiting, spleens flying, bad ride.
Once I got settled into my hotel I let out a sigh of relief. I figured it was over. I was in civilization as Tanzania is a pretty touristic country, often times a place where thats all that people go. There was an atm that when I put my card in, it took it, and it gave me money. Civilization. Not Congo, not war ravaged countries, a tourist country, much like Disneyland, but bigger. People were supposed to speak English as it was there second national language next to Kiswahili. It was easy travels here on out. I survived. I even ran into my Norwegian buddy who was staying at the same hotel. I was back with other tourists.
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