We bought the cheapest used car on a small used car lot here in Arusha. When we parked the Suzuki (our first car) outside the lot, the proprietor introduced himself as the original importer of the Suzuki and we recognized his name from the paperwork. That's because the Canadians who bought the car from him and sold it to us never transferred ownership and we had to pay a large fine in order to license it! Anyway, it wasn't his fault, so we went on inside the fence to see the cars.
The jacararanda trees have finished blooming, which breaks my heart. But here's the beautiful consolation prize: flamboyant trees. (I think they're also called flame trees here.)
Not Utah. Not Nevada. East Africa.
We crested a ridge and saw all the way to the Great Rift Valley.
Hmmm...looks like rain.