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Our flight leaves Mumbai at 4am. To avoid paying the hotel, we will al airport the night before. We sleep a few hours in a hall, eat a bit dark, then we use our last rupees: a Bollywood DVD, a CD of tabla, a cone of ice. We sleep a little longer in the plane and we arrived in Nairobi, where we expect the correspondence to Dar Es Salaam. The airport is far less modern than that in Bombay. Transit passengers waiting patiently along a corridor that runs along the doors. We post our postcards Indian (not the day before in Bombay: c was a holiday). We Gave fond of chicken, sausage, cheese. We bought a map of Tanzania, Kenya. O na even already visited all the sboutiques when we learn that our flight was 4 hours late. You feel a little disgusted, because the night was good didn't, and the idea of arriving at night dasn a strange city is bleak. But luck is with us: company officials Kenya Airlines are calling for us to pass the microphone on another flight to Dar Es Salaam. It happens al time set, after flying over a sea of clouds, then the Bay of Dar Es Salaam, reefs and shoals!

We do make our visas without any hitch as a lesson that what health is the first priority, because we forget that our vaccination records in our checked luggage. Finally, here we are al open. It is a temperature perfect as a month of May in Marseille. One hour traffic jams that the taxi driver gives the Ramadan leads us in music Aroche Grand Hotel. The name is a bit pompous, but c is the finest establishment for an eternity. The room is spacious, the restaurant excellent and even breakfast is included. We spend 36 hours a rest, despite the prayers loud, too late and too muezzin's morning in front of.

After two months in India, even the neighborhood Kariakoo, yet lackluster, seems nice. This is not tarred, but c is less clean, and especially the people are extraordinary. Everyone has their own "Jambo" (hello), gives a thumbs up, smiles. It is plussieurs meetings sympathetic to the streets. And already the first interview for the blog pro Magali. On the terrace of tres chic Harbor View Hotel, we meet Walter, editor for 40 years. After the smile, we discover another characteristic African features: misery. There are only houses dux edition worthy of the name throughout the country. The main street booksellers have half-empty shelves. The only happy prospect for publishers is the promise of a gift to the Government by a Canadian who wants to finance the purchase of books. We then meet Obokela Demerqui and also show us how the books have a hard to find a place in the sun. Basically, c is obvious: in a country where average income is 40 euros per month, and or a book costs about 2 euros. Surprising paradox: the newspapers are selling very well here.

Walk in downtown. It's more chic, but not quite luxurious for the heart of the main city. Palisades in jail, souvenir vendors on the sidewalk. Shoe a little further, because it needs space to spread out in pairs on the asphalt. We discover the botanical garden, not huge, but very cute, and we see our first African baobab. We visit the national museum in a large building of modern architecture. The interior is less rosy: the rooms are half empty. It must be said that the country's history is more than simple: Palaeolithic, unknown German colonization and English independence. It is far from the thousands of Indian dynasties! But let's not cows: the ethnological section is fascinating, with beautiful pictures, and many traditional items such as jumbo earrings (ears by the weight extensions are a source of pride), the bongs tobacco smokers, and an incredible collection of musical instruments.

It was thought for a moment that there was also a museum of art, but the tourist office we had only indicates a souvenir shop. The tables are frankly stereotypes. Moreover, an "artist" was trying to sell us the same after we have approached in the street. However, there are some future Christmas presents.

All this leads us to the Alliance Francaise, where we meet Ollivier, a friend of Cedric, the roommate of Stephen, who had hosted in Delhi. She is french teacher, and spend a moment to share our experiences around a good fruit juice. For over a year since she is here and has lived in Africa before, notament in Eritrea, which she keeps a souvenir dazzled. O n visit as the Alliance itself, housed in a magnificent building, and we meet colleagues with valuable advice, like go to Stone Town, Zanzibar, for the feast of Eid muslmane. We also recommend the bungalows Mohamed Matmwe north of the island, what you will hear the next episode!

A perfect arrival in Africa, therefore, with only flat, discovered at the turn of a forum on the Internet: the Ethiopian ambassador in Nairobi, Kenya, has changed a month ago, and since it is impossible can we, in the our visas to Ethiopians the bottom. Our plans fell into the water, he'll have to improvise.