Submitted by Madhumangala Dasa
Dar es Salaam
Diary Entry 13th February 2012

Since the next day I would return to Johannesburg from Dar es Salaa, which is on the east coast of Africa, I decided to take a walk along the beach. I told the taxi driver where I wanted to go, and he said he knew where it was and would take me there. But after he dropped me off and I had walked for some time, I realized I was far from where I had intended to be. But it was hot and I wasn’t prepared to find another taxi. So I just kept walking. Soon I approached the ferryboat terminal, where hundreds of locals where walking and large crowds lined the streets, selling everything from fruit to clothing to sunglasses, and of course the fish market was bustling. Buses, motorbikes — I was in a sea of bodies. From what I could see, I was the only mazungo (foreigner) Continue reading “The Glorious Harinam Party in Dar es Salaam”