It all started innocently enough. On Thursday evening the whole team had a lavish dinner at one of Dar es Salaam’s fanciest hotels. I’d never seen that much food in my life. And everything was a delight. I filled my plate with rainbow-coloured vegetables and stir fried seafood. Unable to decide, I went for it all in the drinks section: coconut juice, freshly squeezed sugar cane juice and white wine. I’m not proud of this (as a vegetarian), but I even had a bite of excellent succulent lamb from the barbecue. And then I sampled at least five kinds of different desserts. I wasn’t alone in this, all my colleagues enjoyed a similar feast. We all went to sleep full and content.
I’ve just checked into a hotel in Morogoro, Tanzania, after a 12-hour journey by plane and 4 hours on the road.
As I pick up my key, my bloodshot eyes catch a sign at reception: zumba class, today at 5 pm. What I REALLY need right now is a hot shower and a comfy bed, but I decide to go and stretch my muscles a bit.