We spent the first couple of days walking about Dar – covering the spots the guidebooks tell us to look at, like the Old Boma (old administrative offices), German Lutheran church (with some fantastic views of the harbour, which the guidebooks forgot to mention!), and the colourful and bustling Kariakoo market, where we bought tons of fruit, bargained lots (giving us the opportunity to use our squeaky-new Swahili for the purpose), and made the acquaintance of, and had lunch at a hole-in-the-wall with, Magnullah Mousa Magnullah, who loved Germany, and was willing to show us some sights around Dar. If we decide to take him up on the offer, we are to look for him in one row of stalls at Kariakoo market, where everyone knows him. So far we haven’t taken him up on the offer J. As evidence of the high number of Indians in Dar, the very second day we were in Dar we ran into some Pune-ites who own a provision store not far from our hotel, were invited by them to an Indian food-festival close by and ended up spending the evening feasting on dosas, idli-vadas, and tamarind rice, and dancing bhangra. Daniel being the only pale-face (or for that matter, any-coloured-face other than Indian) was easy to keep track of, and his outstanding height among the rest of the population equipped him for many useful things, such helping the Andhra-ites take the decorations off the ceiling of the Andhra stall at the end of the evening.