I’m still addicted to tantalizing masala chai I drank in Dar es Salaam. After years of experimenting, I have the perfect blend. No packet mixture. Yuck! Continue reading A serious addiction
Near a roundabout was a hole-in-the-wall duka just out of the downtown core of Dar es Salaam. With one glance, my impression was that the store offered nothing worth while, but don’t let appearances fool you. Continue reading How could anyone diet in Dar?