Dar es Salaam Diary

A few months ago, my aunt commented that a significant amount of time had gone by since my last blog entry. She was not so surprised, however, and shared the wisdom of an Indian psychiatrist she met in Dharamsala, who had remarked to her that right after one arrives somewhere, the desire is to write a book about it; the longer one lives there, the less interesting the prospect becomes.

So I will excuse my recent absence as evidence of the fact that I've reached this point where the novelty of My Life In Africa is starting to fade. However, for the sake of historical record, my own vanity, and you, my devoted audience, I will not let this blog die!