People from Tanzania

First of all, in Africa, take it easy, no problem, hakuna matata. And here the main Italian representative of the attitude ;) who's also going to contribute to the blog.

One of the first Maasais we met on the road. They didn't like to be taken on pictures - unless accompanied by a "tip".

After a couple of National Parks and a few hundred km on unpaved road, splashing tons of dust on unwilling Maasais passing by, we stopped to visit a school. Primary school teaching is in Swahili, while in secondary school courses are in English.

Remember the tourist waking up early and starting to run? One day it was for the purpose of accompanying the Hadzapi to go hunting. Read it again: me and my friends waking up early and running for 2 hours after hunters chasing animals with bow and arrows (caught a couple of birds).

We met the children afterwards.

Here, special photo for some French colleague of mine who has a special passion for the Maasai tribe (D., there are 122 tribes in TZ, not only them ;)

One of them even accepted to dance with our driver guide, the mytical Isack. Of course after tip of 1 USD.

"In Africa, you're never alone", said Ali the cook of the expedition (allegedly quoting a slogan from the Liverpool football team). In any case, if a truck gets stuck in the middle of nowhere, you got to help out.

In Zanzibar, on a little boat called Hakuna Matata, heading to some atol, we could not forget the days in the bush and the animals we saw :)

Leaving Zanzibar

Not the best way of doing blogs (posting just at the beginning and at the end of the trip), but you know what people say: no hurry in Africa (Tin Tin) or Pole pole (piano piano) and of course Hakuna Matata. Besides, broadband Internet is not exceptional (ahem, professional deviation...).

So few pearls, just for the record.

Safari was great, spotted 4 of the big five, rhino is missing but I had plenty of them in South Africa, so I was just happy to have seen many lions and a few leopards on the branch of a tree ("a quattro di bastoni" come dicono i miei compagni di viaggio romani).

Camping was tough, instead. The Lobo camp in the Serengeti was the top (weird latrines, no showers, nothing around, in the middle of nowhere: 30$ per person...). But at the end, not only did we survive but had become perfect tent assemblers!

Some highlights: driving by a few lions, falling in the creek while coming back from the Natron waterfalls, eating goat cooked by a Maasai, singing "Ci son 2 coccodrilli e un orangutan" to a Swedish/Tanzanian crowd, visiting a school with 500 beautiful children, a road accident with a cow, our driver guide Isack (aka "il Pallonaro" due to the biiiig stories he was able to invent - next post: the story of the cook of the Lobo camp and the revenge of the baboon).

Then, of course, Zanzibar: the whitest sand, the most tourquoise see, giant turtles, the jambo jambo cocktail. And the beach boys, all speaking Italian and trying to drag you into an excursion to some atoll or a restaurant. By the way, we've learned a little Swahili on the way :)

More in the next posts, almost time to leave now. Tomorrow 24 hours stop-over in Cairo, then Rome, then home.