Right now, Tanzania is one of the few countries that's actually open and worth visiting. And it's not just about Zanzibar—on the mainland, you'll find national parks, safaris, and tribal communities. Sure, planning a trip like this can be a headache sometimes. That's exactly what our massive guide is all about: how to plan it so everything goes smoothly and what to see!

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Hooray! My big (really big) guide on how to prepare for a trip to Tanzania just came out on the amazing Perito Burrito. If you're thinking about going, definitely give it a read :)

By the way, the Dar es Salaam airport terminal itself is so new that besides a couple of cafes and one souvenir shop with magnets, there's basically nothing here. The halls are empty, and there are very few flights. The terminal only just opened in 2019.

It turned out that without a pen, you can't just enter—you also can't leave. To cross the border, you need to fill out a similar form, and of course, there are no pens. Fortunately, the border guards this time were more accommodating.

Here's a funny (not really) fact: freedom of speech in Tanzania is significantly better than in Russia.

Police are police, even in Africa.

In Tanzania, you need to get a million licenses and permits just to provide tourist services. Local police particularly love stopping cars with white people for "document checks." Drivers happily pay them off with a couple of bucks.

According to our guide, if you actually get caught doing something wrong, you can usually work it out on the spot without any official paperwork.

The government tries to fight this by paying officers almost a third of officially issued fines, but it doesn't really help much.

There's also this weird paranoia about photographing law enforcement here. If locals see you trying to take a picture of a police station, they immediately start yelling that you can't, telling you to put the camera away. And our guide kept saying under no circumstances should you photograph military or police, because they might confiscate your memory card (or camera).

All the small villages and towns follow the same layout: a main street (usually a highway) lined with an informal market, with residential houses spreading back from there.

People sell whatever they can. Everything from fruit to household goods. You can even find meat, which sits in a basin out in the heat without refrigeration.

But honestly, there's not much to do here. There are no attractions at all, and looking at the market—which is basically identical to the one in the previous town—for the tenth time gets pretty boring.

More animals :)

We weren't too lucky with the weather – in some places the road was completely washed out, and we couldn't reach the best spots for lions or get closer to the rhinos because there was a river where the road should have been due to the rains.

This kind of weather is unusual for January-February. It's supposed to be dry season, but something went wrong.

Crowds of schoolchildren roam through the villages. Everyone in uniform. The style depends on the school, but there's always something white (at least a shirt). I keep being amazed that despite all the dust on the streets, the children's uniforms are spotless and look like they were just bought yesterday.

Adults are no different: women often wear bright clothes and they're also perfectly clean. How do they manage it?

PS. The school schedule is interesting: January through June is the school term, July through December is vacation.

Stopped by another tribal settlement. Representatives of Masai. The most famous and numerous tribe.

This time everything is clearly set up as a money-making operation for tourists. The Masai are decently dressed, speak English reasonably well, and charge for tours. They greet visitors with a welcome dance and adumu (a jumping dance where it's about who can jump highest; we jumped with them too), quickly show off their dwellings, then persistently and at length start hard-selling souvenirs at outrageous prices. Ugh, what a way to be.

Compared to yesterday's tribes, it's way too staged and not interesting at all.

PS. Still, there was something to be amazed by. These guys not only extract money from tourists but also raise livestock. Where there's livestock, there are flies (really persistent ones). The residents have learned to completely ignore the flies. So a fly crawls across your lip, you're not going to swat it. Doesn't stop you from talking. How is that even possible?

At one of the hotels we stayed at, all guests are greeted exactly like this. Something out of this world.

Local dances (:

This is what lunch looks like. The guys don't know how to cook and they hold the meat over the fire mostly for show. It's completely raw inside, but who cares?

Along with the meat, there's some kind of weird flour paste. Looks completely inedible, but they're fine with it.

PS. They fed this same meat to a kid in front of us who was maybe a year and a half old, max. The little guy didn't like the meat and spit it on the ground. An adult picked up the piece, blew the dirt off it, and put it back in the kid's mouth 🙈

They hunt mainly birds with a bow. Sometimes larger game, but less often. They go hunting twice a day: early in the morning and toward evening when it's not so hot.

During a couple hours of hunting, they caught 3 small birds.

There are still tribes living in Tanzania that are literally frozen in time.

The photo shows the Hadza people. In 2020, these people live in straw huts, make fire by rubbing wooden sticks together, and hunt for meat. They also speak only their own language (full of clicking sounds – even saying "hello" is hard to pronounce). And they don't know Swahili.

The tribe is aware of the civilized world's existence, and even buy flour with money from selling souvenirs when food gets really scarce. The turnover is minimal. And the souvenirs are basically craft project level.

The tribe is perfectly content with this lifestyle and flatly refuse to change anything.

PS. Before the trip, I honestly thought it was just a tourist attraction. But after being there, I can say with certainty that this is just how they live. No actor could pull it off.

Frame of the day :)

The bathrooms in Tanzania's national parks are so clean and convenient that they easily rival those in many hotels and airports.

Inside, everything is so spotless it practically sparkles.

This shot was earned through long waiting in pouring rain. But what a rush! A real wildlife photo hunt :)

We drove up to a tree where a leopard was supposedly hanging out. We stopped and waited for some action. About a dozen other vehicles were waiting with us. About 10 minutes later, we managed to spot a raised head, and then silence again.

After a while, waiting gets exhausting and people start leaving. Even we couldn't take it anymore and drove off. But we came back a couple of hours later to try our luck again. By that time, only two vehicles were left.

Heavy rain started pouring. Suddenly the grass rustled: the leopard didn't feel like lying in the water and leisurely went off to find a new spot. The predator showed up for just a few seconds and far away. But even so, not bad at all.

The guides radioed their colleagues about the movement and literally within a couple of minutes a dozen vehicles came rushing over. However, silence fell again, and we drove off feeling like we'd done our duty.

PS. The leopard is definitely in the photo. You just need to look more carefully (:

Public transport routes run through the parks.

You can save money and ride on a bus like this :) Though the driver probably won't stop near the elephants and lions, and the roof doesn't open.