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 trip. Sorry boys <3, but this guy could've stepped right off of a GQ photo shoot. Not to mention that he was unbelievable tall and had gorgeous eyes. Following a failed attempt at capturing a picture of him, we were off to the airport. As previously mentioned, we had been cut off from the internet for pretty much the duration of our trip. Thus, we didn't realize the extent of the fuel problem that had hit Dar. Many of the petrol stations were completely empty and the ones that still had gas had lines 30 cars deep. It was pure mayhem. Luckily, our wonderful taxi driver, Suma, whose car was running on mere fumes, managed to find us another cab with enough gas to get us to the airport so we wouldn't miss our flight. I always knew I could count on a fellow Chelsea fan. :)

This other driver, we'll call him Bob because I actually have no idea what his name is, was a real piece of work. After giving us a whole spiel about how America (looking at Lea) was losing its edge, how China (looking at me) was gearing up to take over the world, and how Africa was full of lazy people (unlike himself) that would never be able to create a thriving economy, he proceeded to outline exactly why Dar was having a fuel crisis. We were overly excited to pay him and get out of the cab.