Day 4: Barranco to Karanga

Barranco was a cold camp. The sun seemed to have set early and rise late. We awoke to frosted tents and the sun rays at sunrise seemed to never reach is. We were fortunate to get to sleep in until 7:30 and enjoy our breakfast until 9. The cornmeal porridge wasn’t quite our thing, but with enough milk it actually was pretty decent. More our speed were the – get this — poached eggs! Some extremely surprising food came out of that mobile kitchen. They seemed to outdo themselves with every meal.

There were many super delicious items, but sometimes, these very foreign tastes would hit you; quite odd sometimes, actually. Case in point: the deep fried onion French toast. Sounds weird, no?

I was never really quite sure what it was, but many items had a peculiar flavor, one that we agreed is just a sort of slight Tanzanian musk: definitely nothing I’ve ever tasted.