{"id":4117,"date":"2015-04-18T19:35:54","date_gmt":"2015-04-18T16:35:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ants-in-pants.com\/?p=4117"},"modified":"2019-11-22T14:13:35","modified_gmt":"2019-11-22T12:13:35","slug":"balangida","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ants-in-pants.com\/en\/blog\/balangida\/","title":{"rendered":"Balangida, Tanzanian Salted Lake"},"content":{"rendered":"

The next day after visiting Barbaig tribe<\/a>, our guide Thomas<\/a> was busy with other tourists, while we really wanted to get to Balangida lake, not too easy to reach on your own.<\/p>\n

Thomas helped us in our craving, introducing Lawrence. We agreed to meet at 7.30 in the morning, and they indeed came, only 5 minutes late. Together we had breakfast, and, after a goodbye to Thomas, started for Balangida with Lawrence.
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Lawrence did not speak much English, but Thomas explained that we needed to pass a police station, and three of us cannot go by one motorcycle; that is why Lawrence\u2019s friend would drive one of us till the station, drop there (then three of us may go by one motorcycle easily) and go home. We did not know where the police station was, they kept driving, and at some point we realized that they were not going to stop. As we were taking different motorcycles and guys anyway did not speak English, trying to stop and figure out what was going on was useless. We should admit that they were driving really carefully, perhaps, because, coward Nastya annoyed them too much with her \u201cPole-pole, kaka\u201d (\u201cNo hurry, brother\u201d) before the trip.
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