Final Day in Moshi
Our final day on Kili was a brief morning descent to the Mweka gate to meet our transport back to Moshi. It wasn't really a day at all, just 2 1/2 hrs walking making me wonder why we're paying wages and tips for a full day anyway. The descent is steep, losing about 1600m in height.
Back in the hostel it's good to have a shower and change to some clean clothes. I go into Moshi in search of an Internet cafe and the flood of emails immediately brings a list of jobs when I'm back home. Maybe I haven't lost the travel bug so much. First on the agenda is to sort out work arrangements for next year and chase up some unpaid invoices. Nothing like that to bring down the holiday high.
In the town centre I buy my bus ticket to Nairobi tomorrow and spend the rest of my money on souvenirs, ice cream and beer. I get a Maasai spear which I've been after for a long time, will have to find somewhere in the bedroom for that. Lets hope the airport security don't kick up a fuss too.
It's ban to the hostel hoff for one more night, it's still probably one of the friendliest and family feeling places I've stayed in. That said, there are some characters here. An Australian girl is a bit of a misfit. Recently she asked the hostel manager if you get rainbows in Africa. Furthermore she is volunteering teaching English at a local school and today she photocopied dozens of English test pages despite spelling the word 'English' wrong.
Amongst the other long term residents are people in the midst of travelling globally for several years, people who just seem intent on getting drunk and a few Irish folk. Finally there's a British girl whom ha been engaging everyone in debate about her live life. The gist of what I can understand is that she has had a holiday romance and her UK partner is arriving tomorrow who knows nothing of it. Both partner and holiday love are staying in the same hostel. I'm not sure if partner is an ex, knows that his former gf is sleeping around or what. Frankly it's a wonderfully complex mess that the girl is fretting about and the advice from the fellow hostel residents basically extends to tell it to him straight and stop worrying. We can't help but laugh at it all though. So just before I leave the partner arrives at the hostel and seems a genuinely nice guy, could be awkward for a few days me thinks.
I'm booked with Riverside Shuttle up to Nairobi. Naturally it's late and when it does arrive it turns out to be a noisy old Japanese bus which you normally see stupidly overloaded around here. Hopefully my $35 has brought a little more room and less sweat-fest.
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