Running for the bus

Usually I'm not one for daladalas. Being squashed into a 10 x 4 foot truck tray with 24 strangers just doesn't do it for me, and I get cranky when I can't feel my legs.

Daladala after the crowd had thinned out a little

Wednesday it was worth catching a daladala though for this quirky little observation:

These guys were hanging off the back of the bus. About 20m shy of the police station, they get off and start walking. 20m after the roadblock, the bus stops, and the guys you thought were getting off start running :) Some days the conductor decides to take a leak. After the other blokes get on, the driver forgets about his mate and starts driving off.

And that's how Zanzibaris train for track and field.

Despite the entertainment, when they tried to convince me to get out of an almost empty daladala 10 minutes from home and back into a sardine can, I couldn't do it. And that's how my 45 minute walk home turned into a 2 hour walk home :)

Glossary

Daladala: local bus. Apparently they "never get full". You can catch an actual bus with a strict 25%-ish overcrowding limit ;)