"At last! Free from Zanzibar and on our way. Left this A.M. for
Dar-es-salaam. ("War is Dar-es-salaam?" I asked the boat captain -
"Dar is Dar-es-salaam" he said pointing south. "Dar's war the carton
and the carn and mushrooms grow," I joked. "Who the hell are you,
anyway" he snapped?
Observing that my personality carried the day again, I left the bridge
(sidestepping a kick). Looking forward to some great progress, now.