Uhispania

Spain.

‘You are from Uhispania if I remember correctly’, said the immigration official checking passports at the entrance of Songea Airport. Gracias. No, but I’ll take it. Officials always take photos of photos and stamps and WhatsApp them heaven knows where. Not a win for data protection.

We had been warned about the wet weather in Dar es Salaam. In fact, the whole of Tanzania was under an alert, but we’d been spared any new rain in the far south. As we came into land from Songea there was much standing water on the mud paths separating people’s homes and pooled in the industrial estates around the airport. The traffic in the city was struggling to manoeuvre and was groaning under the added effort of flooded streets. It made for a very slow crawl on arrival back in the city.