Moshi is the small little town at the bottom of Kilimanjaro. It's where Amani is based, and it's where we based ourselves between adventures. I snuck off one afternoon while we were in town. Not for long, barely fifteen/twenty minutes before I was requested back. There was so much to see! It was hot, and there was people and colour and movement and I felt like I was caught up in one big impromptu show. There were people threading their way through the dirt pavements. Dodging cars, and pulling carts and balancing big fruit buckets on their heads.

There was also a lot of people watching. Men on their bikes lined up along side the road waiting for customers to whizz off. Ladies organising their fruit laid out on white plastic sheets, carefully stacking, carefully rearranging. The teens with their hand carts, winding their way through traffic, being careful not to get in the way. There were also many young men standing outside the stores, standing in the shade. I'm not sure what they did exactly, but they seemed polite enough. They wanted to talk, and say hi. Practice their english, I think. Where are you from? What do you do? Why are you here? Take our picture?

It was definitely a show. Crowds playing out their part as they move through. I wish I'd had more time to explore more. Ah well. Next time.