Y'all Come Back Now, Y'hear?

On the way back to Arusha we stopped for t-shirts and African art. For the rest of our fellow travelers, this was bug-out day, and it was time to buy everything the heart desired but had never found. The t-shirt everyone was looking for said, "Mazunga" which is what many Africans originally called caucasian Europeans. The guides assure us it's not derogatory.

On the drive from Karatu to Arusha, the last wildlife we saw was a troop of baboon at the side of the road. They came to this spot because they could steel bananas from the houses.

On Disney's Jungle Cruise ride at the end they always say, "And now the most dangerous part of our journey, the return to civilization." The guides should steal this line. The Serengeti was so much fun, returning might not have been dangerous, but it did feel disappointing. We could smell the unburned hydrocarbons of improperly tuned diesel engines, and the noise that went along with them.

The art gallery which was closed back before we left Arusha was now open. The gallery, and attached store, was filled with Tanzanian art, some quite pricey. I wandered through the gallery while My Lovely Wife hit the store.

Our fellow travelers had four hours in the original hotel before leaving for the airport. We shared the last dinner with them. We purchased one more night in the hotel so we could stay another day in Arusha.

We were given a piece of paper with everyone's names, addresses and email addresses so we could stay in touch. Many of us have talked about sharing photographs. As the rest of the group pulled away in the bus, My Lovely Wife and I waved, "Bye! Come visit us again!"