Photo courtesy: Fredrick Mboma — Wikimedia Commons
At three in the morning, we left Simba Nightclub in the Kilimanjaro Hotel with hunger pangs. Dar es Salaam still hadn’t reached half a million people back then so how could we quell our growling stomachs?
Along a stretch of a Kariako road were Africans poised with their hot plates and trays of fresh eggs. A chilli omlette never tasted as good as the one I ate that night.
When I saw Mark Weis’s clip of eating an omlette in Zanzibar, it reminded me of that treat all those years ago.
From here to there 