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Heading back into town, my first goal was to hit an ATM. And what a nightmare that turned out to be. It literally took trips to three different ATM's and close to an hour before I was finally able to extract cash. Apparently, it's pretty common for the ATM's to run out of money. Or to break down. Lesson learned. Always bring lots and lots of American dollars to Africa. It's much easier to exchange money than to acquire money.
After cold shower #3, we headed out for dinner with Andrew, Mr. Bean and a volunteer from our hostel. And this kid could talk your ear off. I know, I know, shocking coming from me, the incessant chatterbox. But at least I'm not super disrespectful. He was this close to being murdered by both Lea and I before we had even arrived at the restaurant. On top of four hours with this guy, it turned out that Big Bite, which Lonely Planet had recommended as the best Indian food in town, was inconveniently closed on Tuesdays. Thus, we found ourselves at Pepe, an Indian-Italian-African fusion restaurant. Even now, I'm not sure how all those cuisines work together. It was probably the most abysmal dinner of our entire trip. It took us 45 minutes to get our food. Not only that. They gave Lea's meal to a tableful of locals and then had the nerve to ask her to order something else when we inquired after her food. Bad move. You should never come between a girl and her food. If looks could kill, that waitress would've ended up like 10 feet under. No joke. The actual food wasn't superb either. Still hungry, we went for street food at a local barbecue stall, Khan's. Ironically, the place Andrew and Mr. Bean had been thinking about taking us before our little friend had intervened. Turns out, Khan's was awesome. Mmmm barbecued lamb. Golden rule of traveling? You should always always ALWAYS listen to the locals. Even over Lonely Planet, which one might consider the Holy Grail of travel guides.
A couple more goodbyes later, we crawled into bed only to crawl right back out not five hours later. En route to Kilimanjaro airport, we got a little taste of Tanzanian talk radio. After some old school American pop, this guy called in wanting to know why girls always saw him as "a friend and not a lover". Unfortunately, we didn't stick around long enough to hear what advice he got, but it's nice to know that some problems defy cultural/continental boundaries.
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Rahoul Jasuja Hello Sir! I would like to thank you for visiting the Big Bite Arusha. We are closed on a Tuesday. (We have been since 1994 when we started). It is a legal requirement that all employees get a working day off. I will make it a point to advertise that we are open the other days. Thank You. Have a wonderful time. Rahoul