Day 287: The Slog
14.10.09: The big event of today was crossing the border into Tanzania, which is a little like Tasmania but with different letters. Nation 121. I've got to a whopping EIGHT countries in just ten days and I was (understandably) feeling rather happy about the current turn of evens. What I less happy about was my seat on the coach. Sat in the middle of the back row and with no back window, there was no way I could see – much less film – any of the exciting Tanzania stuff that was no doubt whizzing past. I was also less than impressed by the fact that – once again – the nation had just decided to embark on a whole new programme of road building just as I show up, turning a projected 12 hour journey from the border into a 20-hour slog. I contacted my…