|Tanzania Travel Report|
Subject: EAST AFRICA Date: Fri, 20 Oct 1995 02:45:22 UTC Railway Hotel in Kigoma Kigoma is the last Tanzanian town on the Eastern side of Lake Tanganyika. Girls come in from Zaire for business (no, fruits and the like, not just prostitution). There's a kind of disco twice a week in the railway hotel. Many Zarirean girls stick around. One of them took me to the bar, a big mother with large breasts that were completely free under her shirt. Being fat is considered beautiful in Africa and the first thing married women do after marriage is try to become as big as possible. My problem was that I knew neither French nor Lingala and she spoke no English. She then just took my hand and placed it under her shirt on her breast. I found her big black nibbles to be very hard. She kissed me deeply and intimate and my hand found that she was not wearing any slip under that colorful cloth she was loosely wrapped in. We had a few beers and then went to my room. There we had a shower together and I laid on my bed and when she came on top of me I slipped into her and she made me wet all over my lower body. Then she kneeled over my face so that I could lick her and she was sucking me and I just could not help exploding right into her mouth. I think only now I know what sex really is ! She stayed with me a restless night and only asked 10 US$. Lake Kigoma ferry There is a ferry from Kigoma to Bujumbura that may now be out of service due to the political unrest there. At that time, Bujumbura was safe (apart from minor skirmishes at night). The boat takes off late afternoon and gets to Bujumbura next morning. First class cabins have air-con (that never works), second class has the same plus large cockroaches and deck is third class and the only place I could find where I did not sweat like hell. There's a male third class in front and a female third in the back of the boat just behind the cantin. After dinner I strolled thru that female third class. Girls called me and said I was beautiful. I tried to talk to some of them but no one spoke English. One of them followed me after she obviously got her mother's OK to go with me. She took me behind the cargo that is stored in the back of the deck behind the passengers area. There I sat down on a box and she stood closely in front of me and she started to kiss me and my hands started to free her breats from some bra that looked quite bullet proof. When I then started to kiss her breasts I found that she was very shy. I must have been the first foreigner in her life. All of the time we were still visibly from the passenger area though in complete darkness. I then got my dick out and when she sat on my lap I found that she was very wet and we had a lot of fun. Later I discovered that we have been watched quietly by several women. On arriving one of them told me she had wished she could have had me that night. Karagwe Karagwe is the last province in the far NW of Tanzania that borders Uganda in the N and Rwanda in the W. One time I got thru there the Rwanda-Uganda border was closed so that I had to cross into Tanzania at the Rusumu border station and then go ahead into Uganda by road. Rusumu was the place where the Rwandan border guard pointed the mortar that was meant to deter the Tanzanian side on my head when he asked my papers (I still got thru unharmed and the mortar was put into place against Tanzania again when I left). Must be a lot worse there by now... Anyway, next day I got stranded in a small place that I cannot name because I have relatives there who obviously must not come accross this report. I had trucked down from the border and then waited for the next bus to come tomorrow, that is, some time same week. As in many African villages there is a patch of sand where buses and trucks stop with some shops and beer bars around. Sticking around there and waiting for some transport to come accross I made friendship with a shop keeper. Shops there are merely large wooden boxes that can be opened on one side for business. She invited me in and we got increasingly closer and she kissed me in all public and there wasn't anything bad about it. Her problem was that she was having several kids at home. She wasn't a prostitute, she just enjoyed me but she couldn't come to my room. She put my hand in some secret place from behind while she was selling and enjoyed what I did to her and really managed to conceal it all in a way I think no one noticed our activity. Mwanza Mwanza is a town on the eastern side of Lake Victoria and this i where you start trucking accross Tanzania (there's also a plane, but if you're a foreigner they charge you more than London-New York). Before I got moving I had to stick around for a while to find out about road conditions, buses that are about to go or trucks that take passengers on top of the load (a common form of transport in E. Africa). When I got back to my hotel I found that the girls were cleaning my room. They were very friendly and after we had talked a few minutes one of them gently kissed me and I touched her breast and found she was not wearing any bra and then I invited her into my room where I slowly undressed her and when I put off her skirt I started to lick her and she was obviosly feeling a lot of joy. There was nothing artificial in it and despite they are obviously prostitutes they do enjoy white men. As I have family ties in that area I have been to Mwanza several times and made similar experiences each time I got there. Highway hotels in Tanzania If you can't get a bus you need to truck accross the country. Truck drivers usually take passengers but you travel on your own risk. There are wrecks of trucks who did not make it all along the road. They get looted within hours but no medical assistance is available within hundreds of miles. The road has potholes large enough to swallow up a bus and you only move until the afternoon rain starts. Then the dust turns into mud and the truck sinks in some times half a metre and doesn't move a single inch until the next morning sun turn's the shit into dust again. This is why you hardly make a hundred miles a day. When you stop moving usually there's a kind of hostel that got something like "airy, spacious rooms" written on it. This is where you stay the night but check for bed bucks, lice, rats and the rest before you pay. In years I haven't seen any such place where not some girls stick around and wait for customers. Despite the out of the way area, some of them could win beauty contests in America. I mean it ! They are known as "good time girls" and stay with you for something like $5. If you refuse to have one of them for a night, you'll probably be in for a hot time as most of such places have only wooden walls that make you hear averything that is goin' on next door. And if you stay next to your truck driver, you can be sure there's goin' on a lot ! Most of the time you'll wake up as tired as you were when you came as the live show a few inches accross some plywood and the girl that is with you never lets you sleep. In one case I got stuck in a place like this for two nights as my truck had broken down (a very frequent thing). The second evening the receptionist asked me if she could stay with me that night. She had liked me the night before but I had already gone with another girl so that she had no chance to ask me... Dar es Salaam The commercial capital of Tanzania and a place no different from what I described above. There's a huge open place in the center of the town that is a bit like speakers corner in London. It's also a good place to make friends. Dar es Salaam is basically a muslim town and hotels have signs in the room that prostitution is illegal but some times hotel owners even offered me girls. Muslim places I stayed in tolerated prostitution going on very open. There's also some child prostitution going on there. I have been offered girls of certainly no more than 10 or 12 years several times. While everything else I described I think is perfectly OK as long as all partners enjoy (I don't believe that prostitution in itself is a form of exploitation), you better keep your hands of children. You're also running some risk of police raids then and this could turn out to be quite dangerous. Also remember that the one who tips off the cops will certainly get bribed. Tanzanian police is among the most corrupt I have come accross. Zanzibar While Zanzibar is certainly well worth a visit it's the only place in all of East Africa where a girl that I came to know in a market was refused entry into my hotel. Virtually all hotels in Africa double as brothels, but probably not in Zanzibar. Most likely this is because Zanzibar is almost purely muslim. On the other hand I have not come across anything like what I described about Egypt.
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