Sunday, September 8, 2013

Dave's Adventure in a Daladala



Today we took a side trip to see the ancient Chagga Caves and Marangu Falls Kinukamori and it was wonderful, but the highlight of the day was how we got to our destination.







I can officially say that I’ve survived my first (not Janet’s first) daladala ride.   For anyone who was in the military and has experienced the joys of riding in a “cattle car” you’ll sort of understand what it’s like to ride in a daladala.  It is a van-taxi designed to seat about 16 people, of course here that number seems to be more of a suggestion than anything else.  The interior looks like it is mostly riveted metal bars placed strategically to inflict maximum damage to passengers in the event of a crash.  

This morning we walked to town and met our guide for the day—one of the GHTA translators, Rahimu.  We walked to the bus station and jumped into the daladala.  It wasn’t full yet so we actually got a seat right away.  The ride out to the base of Kilimanjaro in Marangu where we were heading is about an hour outside of Moshi—the cost for this ride is 1500 Tanzanian Shillings or about .95₵ each.  The van stops in a rather random fashion to pick up people or occasionally drops someone off.  After about 20 minutes we were up to around 22 or 24 people (it was hard to get an accurate count because we were so crammed in you couldn’t see everyone) and I thought it was getting pretty full so we probably wouldn’t be stopping much unless it was to drop someone off.  I was wrong.  The van continued to pick up people until we had around 28 or 29 on board.  During all of this there is the attendant, a guy who stands on the side of the van hanging out of the sliding door’s window yelling and asking if they need a ride, shoe horning them in and somehow remembering who has paid and who hasn’t.  He didn’t collect any money from us until around halfway to our destination—and then only gave me the change about 15 minutes later.  

The roads here in Tanzania are truly interesting.  There are speed limits which no one seems to pay any attention to so to deal with this problem the government places large speed bumps and rumble strips at random intervals on the main paved roads.  In theory drivers would drive the speed limit between them slowing enough to go over them without damaging their vehicle.  What actually happens is they floor it driving as fast as possible then slam on the brakes over the bumps and then hit hard on the accelerator again—over and over.  Sometimes, for the smaller speed bumps, they don’t even bother to slow down.  We managed to make it safely to our destination in spite of the crazy driving.

Now you would think that I’ve experienced the daladala so there really isn’t much to add.  I was wrong!  After a really great tour of the area we headed back to Moshi.  This time when we got in our daladala it was already nearly full and Janet and I had to squeeze in to the front seat—well, actually it was more of a bench in front of the first row of seats.    When we got in I counted 12 just in the first row/bench area.  There were at least another 18 more people in the next rows.  Yes, that means we had around 30 people in a van designed for 16.  Again, I thought they can’t possibly fit anyone else in here.  The attendant continued to push and squeeze people in until he could no longer close the sliding door and then he and a passenger hung outside the van holding on to one of the bars located just at temple whacking height (yup, whacked mine several times).  Then there were two more passengers hanging off. Then three.  By now we are so far north of 30 people in the van that all Janet and I could do is laugh.  Janet looks at me and says, “no one back home would believe this.”  “Well” I say, “You do have a witness.”   I would love to have pulled out my camera to take pictures but to say that would have been a bad idea would something of an understatement (and there was no room for me to maneuver to pull it out of my backpack anyway).   Finally, after about half an hour of this people started getting off until we were down to about 16 people when we finally pulled back in to Moshi. Definitely an adventure!

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