News Of luggage.... And The Tazara Train To Catch.
Trip Start Feb 01, 2005
402Trip End Dec 31, 2013
On arrival at the port, there was a name board with our name, and the man with our train tickets, an associate of Sunny Safaris . He suggested, that as we had some 4 hours or so to kill before our train, he could give us a city tour of Dar..
Our visit to Ethiopian Airlines drew some sympathy and the chap we spoke to said if we could give him our guides cell phone number, he would try and find out where the luggage was and call before we got on our train.
And believe it or not it happened!! We were in the very scrappy botanical gardens where our guide was unsuccessfully looking for a peacock to show us and his phone rang. He handed it over and the message was that our luggage had been located in Addis Ababa and where would we like it sent? This was probably the worst time of our trip to have somewhere for it to be sent, as we were going to be on the move for the next week. We advised him to send it to Windhoek, Namibia, where we would be in eight days time
The driver took us to the train station ready for our two day journey and there was not another westerner in sight. Great people watching experience, but after sitting for a while we noticed another waiting area and making inquiries, found it was first class waiting, area where we were supposed to be. Now there were a few other westerners, but not many.
We boarded our carriage with a bit of excitement. We had booked a first class carriage that was a four sleeper and we had paid for the two extra beds, so we could have it to ourselves. Bear in mind though, this is Africa first class and the Chinese made train had certainly seen better days. We had a table and could open our window, allowing us to lean out into the fresh air whenever we wanted. Well, except when the mossies were lively - Zambia being one of the worst places in the world currently for malaria!
This train trip is called the Tazara Railway and travels from Dar es Salaam in Tanzania to Kapiri Mposhi in Zambia. One never knows how long the trip is going to take, as it is famous for delays. Apparently the train overheats so the driver simply stops wherever (sometimes for hours) to let it cool. We were an hour late getting going but once we got click clacking along it was very pleasant watching the scenery out of the window. The tricky bit was that the window decided to crash down, nearly smashing our camera's, hurting Heather's arm and cutting Avan's.
An hour or so into our trip, a steward came with a menu, which all seemed very pleasant and civilized, taking our chosen orders of chicken and rice with tea to drink. Three hours later the order arrived! Our steward said "sorry, sorry, sorry" and for the rest of the trip he kept saying the same thing, (three sorry's in a row!) because there was always a hiccup.