Our fourth day was Easter Sunday. A very relaxing day, we woke up and started walking up the road that Said's family lives on. The road went up into the hills and was flanked by dwellings and friendly people on both sides. The cool thing about the day we went up was that, since it was Easter, there were multiple tiny churches along the way packed with people singing African Easter music. We have some of that on video, but I'm not really sure how to put that on here. It was extremely hot and humid and I got the worst farmers tan. After our three hour walk I had a beer and then passed out.
Later that evening Said's wife and daughters went to a local wedding. I should have taken a picture of them. That brings me to one of the other things about Tanzania that I love. Everyone here dresses so well. Seriously, they make people in America look like scrubs by comparison. The men usually have neatly pressed pants on, rarely jeans, never shorts. They usually wear nice button-down shirts. This is even when they are doing manual labor, walking down the road in a hot day, et cetera. Women are the same way.
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