Neither of us was quite ready to get back on a bus, so we decided to stay for another day in Mikindani. It didn’t hurt that we really liked the atmosphere at Ten Degrees (where we were staying). It was a perfect place to relax before moving again, and it had super good food.
We walked around the little town and reveled in simply being able to do so without having to flag down a dala-dala, get on a bus and without worrying about our safety walking around. I abandoned wearing long pants and got a few looks and tsk-tsks from the Muslim men, but it was hot and I couldn’t be bothered covering up.
“They’re just legs. Everybody’s got ‘em.” I recalled a German girl telling a Ugandan man in our hostel in Kampala and smiled.
We walked past the old slave market, up to the Old Boma Hotel, and down through the little village that was undergoing some renovation that made me wonder what the town would look like in a couple of years.
It was unlike any other town we had been in in Tanzania. It was a quieter, softer side of Tanzania that I had been looking for. After the journey to get here, it was much appreciated. We didn’t stay out long with the sun beating down on us, and headed back for a siesta and one last order of kachumbari before the border crossing in the morning.