“Hold on, but loosely,” he said. The blood flowed back into my knuckles as I released my grip. “I don’t want to go fast,” I reminded him, “Safe and slow is good.” Whilst deciding to take a motorbike back from the airport in Dar es Salaam might seem slightly reckless at first sight, I promise […]
I’m standing there looking at a row of doors on either side of a raised platform. You can’t step down from them, they are too high, so you’re forced to use the entrance/exits at either end. None of the doors are labelled. Occasionally a bus turns up at one of the doors. But I have no […]
Suzi Richer 