Andrew and I woke up squeezed into one dorm bunk bed because the hostel had overbooked and half of us partnered up to make room for guests who had arrived with a reservation and no room to sleep. I felt like we had been transported back to college waking up to so many squeezed into one room and giggling over the night before.
There was a karaoke machine in the club. Andrew and I may (or may not have) killed it with our own rendition of Mr. Big’s “Be With You.” Not to mention the dance-offs that took place between middle aged tourists and Tanzanian b-boys workin’ the floor. It. Was. Fun.
The day after wasn’t as much fun. After breakfast, Andrew and I busted a move back to town to figure out how we were going to get down to Dar or if possible, straight to Zanzibar. We had our fingers crossed for a really cheap flight, like all of our new Arusha best-friends said we would find. But… unfortunately none of the cheap flights were available the next day.
We stopped back at the tourist market for some earings and shukkas (Masai shoulder wraps) but I couldn’t be bothered with haggling whilst hung-over. The market is a gauntlet. Everyone asking you to come in their shop. Everyone telling you to slow down. I knew I was going after earings and shukkas which made things a little easier. I also had ice cream that was melting, so we didn’t stay long and instead headed back to the hostel to lounge with the smart ones who stayed in all day.
