As I crossed the border from Malawi into Tanzania, it was like I had transported to a different world. A relatively flat mundane road gave way to windy mountain roads and gorgeous landscapes. The people seemed friendlier and the towns along the main road became more frequent and lively. A long drive day was expected, but what was at the end of the long road was unexpected.
I was informed that we would be camping in the mountains of Tanzania and there would be no electricity. Hearing that, I expected to be bush camping as I experienced in the Okavango Delta, only a few weeks ago but seems as if much more time has passed since then. In any case, I was expecting the worst but I had no idea of was about to unfold.
When I got to my “camp”, I noticed a sign on the way in that said cottages available. Since it was pouring rain and I didn’t feel like setting up a tent, I paid the few extra dollars for the cottage. When I was walked to my cottage, I thought I was dreaming. There was a fireplace roaring, a king size bed with mosquito net and fresh linens, a porch with two rocking chairs and a shower that was big enough to wash an elephant in. I could not believe my eyes!
After being walked to a gorgeous dining room, past a local man beating a traditional drum, I was treated to a multi course, local African meal. It was by far the best meal I have had in Africa. The moral of the story is: You don’t need electricity to be treated like royalty.