Glued

The tiring delayed journey back to Tanzania left me quite wiped. I retreated, content to be away from a cacophony of hollering voices and an endless succession of queues, systems and checks with all participants moving at a glacial pace.

I resurfaced and accomplished a haircut. The Turkish flag at this restaurant then beckoned me for food as I’ve been glued to coverage of the totally devastating earthquake in Turkey and Syria.

After the good balance of being in Europe and catching up with old faces, I am resolving to go on a friendship drive to widen my social circle in Dar es Salaam.