After a couple more Kilimanjaros, judging a bunch of not-so-attractive guys with hot chicks (we figured it out when they boarded first class), and acquiring a duty-free bottle of Konyagi for the road, for which I got a disapproving look from Dubai customs officials when they searched my carry-on during layover, we boarded a relatively uneventful plane ride to Dubai. Well, uneventful until we landed. We must've taxied for a good 15 minutes. We literally pulled...

Tired, cranky and with throbbing headaches, we decided to head to the nearest restaurant to regroup and grab a bite to eat. Our taxi driver dropped us off at Steers. Located in a food court, it was supposedly the best Western burger joint in town. But Burger King it was not. I'm a little horrified that this is what Tanzanians think American burgers should taste like. As a side note, it was at this food court that we saw the best dressed man I had seen all tri...