After five years of living in the bush your stomach lowers it’s standards with regard to food quality. Roadside stalls make great fast food – so what if the fish has been fried 10 times already this morning and the oil is from last week… just throw some pili-pili sauce over it and eat.
Once a month or so we’d get head office executives or analysts or computer boffins coming up on fact finding trips (ie freebies away from the office). Our office was only 100km from the airport, but due to the ferry service and the quality of the road, the trip usually took between 5 and 9 hours.
At the ferry stop we’d usually offer them lunch, and we’d stop off at one of the upmarket restaurants like the one in the pic. The food was good, cheap, and volume made up for the slight lack of quality.
This is where the stomach bit comes in. Us in-country guys would be fine – the head office guys would be man down with the squirts (also known as the Tanzania two step) for the next 7 days. After which they usually got malaria as well and henceforth tried very hard never to come back… bunch of sissies they are.
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