Posted July 5, 2010 in Tanzania, Travel

Kahama is a lost trade town: dustier and smaller than its lake-endowed northern neighbour Mwanza, its only assets are buried gold, a few hundred thousand residents and a dirt road that guides trucks from the rest of Tanzania to Rwanda. Google Maps shows it as a low-resolution swerve in the road. On the ground, it seems like every second building is a guest house.

Maybe I should have seen where this conversation was going, as I filled in my midrange hotel's registry:

"Company?" asked the landlady.

"No, I'm a student, I don't have a company," I replied.

"Company?" she asked again, watching my pen.

"Where do I write my company?" I queried, intending to jot down my school name.

Her patience was leaving. "You want company?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh. No, thank you."