A day later, I was there. Thanksgiving day had vanished in to some time zone over the Atlantic Ocean; it'd have to wait until next year. I landed in Dar Es Salaam after an easy ten hours of sleeping to Istanbul, Turkey, and another seven to Tanzania. After a quick pass through customs at 3:30 in the morning I made a temporary bed on the chairs outside international arrivals, and waited. The sun came up, some rain poured down, but soon friends found me and we continued the travels on a tiny Cessna to tropical Zanzibar after a coffee pit stop in Stonetown.
