Strolling

Dar es Salaam doesn’t really have pavements and I miss being based in Maputo more permanently, to be honest. In Dar one can’t do long evening walks without a high chance of getting mown down on verges.

I lapped up Maputo’s stroll-friendliness during the afternoon, culminating in a plate of rissóis de camarão (prawn croquettes). Delightful.