Along our journey to the coast from Moshi to Zanzibar, we stopped in Lushoto to do a bit of hiking. Lushoto is a modest town nestled in the thick rainforest of the Usambara Mountains. The mountains were inhabited by the Germans and the English during colonial times, as is evidenced by the numerous historic buildings lining the streets (we encountered German bunkers on our hike).
Jamie and I checked ourselves into a small local Christian hostel, where the owners communicated with a small notepad and a handful of jotted English translations (all of the essentials - what would you like to eat, sorry we do not have that, please, thank you, and of course the most vital translation, sexual intercourse). We spent the next day hiking through the mountains, visiting small villages along our way, minding the black and green vipers while hunting for chamealons. At 2000m it was time for lunch and we stopped into a local cheese factory for a bite.
After 9 hours of hiking and a hearty Tanzanian supper, we tucked ourselves in under our mosquito net and called it a night. A couple of days later we were off on yet another ridiculous tantastic voyage - Destination: ZANZIBAR!
Jamie and I checked ourselves into a small local Christian hostel, where the owners communicated with a small notepad and a handful of jotted English translations (all of the essentials - what would you like to eat, sorry we do not have that, please, thank you, and of course the most vital translation, sexual intercourse). We spent the next day hiking through the mountains, visiting small villages along our way, minding the black and green vipers while hunting for chamealons. At 2000m it was time for lunch and we stopped into a local cheese factory for a bite.
After 9 hours of hiking and a hearty Tanzanian supper, we tucked ourselves in under our mosquito net and called it a night. A couple of days later we were off on yet another ridiculous tantastic voyage - Destination: ZANZIBAR!
Jamie at 2000m
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