Beth P. asked about the weather, and unfortunately for you, that led to a random string of tidbits about the trip. Feel free to openly petition for more animals tomorrow.
The weather was hot, but not anything close to unbearable, and dry. Specific temps ranged from about 26C (79F) in the mornings and later evenings to 34C (93) during the heat of the day. So while it could get hot during the day, the evenings were cool enough to facilitate easy sleeping, under our mosquito nets.
Random photo of Masai cattle that I include because I really like it
Speaking of mosquitoes, have you noticed the yellow bracelets Tom, Hope and I were wearing? Anklets, too, although I am not sure those images were captured for posterity in any meaningful way. These are impregnated with anti-mosquito stuff, the better to repel the little malaria-bearers. Jeff bravely acted as the "control group" in order to determine their effectiveness. Or, he thought they were stupid. Take your pick on that one.
The good news? We didn't get many bites. The bad news? Both Hope and I were bitten on the wrist. Which might suggest that these bracelets were not all that effective. Overall, Tom and Jeff received no bites, while Hope and I received some bites. Probably, there weren't many mosquitoes. We weren't very near water sources during our evening stays, which helps.
In addition to the ridiculous coil-wear, we sprayed every morning and evening with maximum DEET. And sunscreened. We weren't spending any time "out" in the sun, but we were certainly going to burn in the Land Cruiser if we didn't use some kind of sun protection.
Are you interested in the condition of our gastrointestinal tracts during this voyage? If not, come back tomorrow.
I will say, living in a country where you can use the tap water to brush your teeth is an amazing thing. We lived for three years in China raising our children to brush their teeth only with bottled water, and never using tap water for cooking. Hope had just turned three when we moved to China; think about that for a minute, would you? The good news is that we are used to the idea of not using tap water to brush our teeth. So, we fall back into, if not exactly like putting on old slippers, at least like putting on your dancing pumps for that once a year Foxtrot.
And of course we only drank bottled water. It was provided as though it was our birthright as tourists. In fact, it was included on the contract with our guides, as was medi-vac out in case of medical emergency. Which one supposes is meant to be reassuring? Anyway, 1 liter of water per person per day was provided. And we drank it. That said, we ate the food as presented, which included raw vegetables, presumably washed in local water; it's one of those "travel rules" that we have pretty much always broken.
We stopped and bought bracelets from these kids; Rajab thought it was a better place to spend our money than a big vendor in one of the cities we drove through
So how did our insides fare? I will speak for myself, as, frankly, it seems the rest of the gang would reply along the lines of, "Just fine. Why are you asking?" Gastro-apocalypse is a term we have not used for many a year here on the Blithe Traveler, and, happily, it would be far too strong a term to apply to the reaction my innards had to the Tanzanian environment. I would describe it more like a Teflon coating applied to one's interior. Food stuffs that were ingested were in somewhat more of a hurry than usual to leave. I wasn't ever in distress, per se, but when Nature called, I answered on the first ring.
TMI? My apologies.
Next: Baobab Trees