I left Dar-es-Salaam last night and thought I was well on my way to Lake Victoria, but then I fell asleep and woke up this morning to find myself in…. Dar-es-Salaam. It seems that part of our train derailed last night (which must have been the couple of jolts I felt), so we turned around and came back. Shortly after arriving, the passengers set-up a makeshift village on tracks, with women washing clothes and children while the men mostly sat around chatting and eating oranges.
I looked into a plane ticket to Kigali from Dar, but it is an astounding $440, so it looks like I will be giving the train another try this evening. They said that the tracks are being repaired, but I don’t know how much I trust that. In either case, by the time I’d figured out what was going on, it was too late to catch a bus to Mwanza, and I still haven’t heard back from Rwandair, so it looks like I’ll be on the train.
Otherwise, Mwanza was the film featured in the documentary film Darwin’s Nightmare about the Perch Nile in Lake Victoria. It was poorly received here, and even non-Tanzanian friend who live here can’t stand it. Personally, I really liked the film when I saw it, but I’d never been to Tanzania before, so if I finally make it to Mwanza, I suppose I’ll be able to see if the film was fair or not.