This is how the events unfolded.
Today I woke up. Took my clothes to the hotels laundry mat and had breakfast. The hotel had changed, new people from new countries. I went for a walk down town. Now everyone in Tanzania tells me that Arusha is more dangerous than Moshi but today changed that idea. After passing a bus station two locals followed me. As usual they attempted to sell me bracelets. And as usual I kindly asked them off. They did not leave, instead they continued to walk smoking weed and occasionally talking on the phone. This is usual. But a military cop whipping out of a taxi and handcuffing you is not. I was cuffed and stuffed in the back of a taxi that the soldier had hijacked. While the other two sellers were calm, my hard was beating rapidly. They had called him and were expecting a chip of the amount paid.He yelled, cursed, and hit the gray leather on the seat. "10 years" he kept yelling. I watched the movie about the American who spent time in the Turkish prison and had to escape and with the Congo to the west of me and the Indian ocean to the east I noticed I didnt have a lot of choices. I bribed him. What started as 2000 US turned into an iPod shuffle, Dr. Dre beats, and 400$. He took me to every ATM that accepted Visa. And although I tried to get 2000$ it wouldn't let me. My daily limit was 500. After an hour of going ATM to ATM and being watched so I couldnt run we came to a conclusion. I gave him my fake ID for drinking that a colleague gave me and I think that saved my life. I told him I needed it to get a new passport and that I will call him to pay the rest for the ID. He thinks my name is Dan and that Im traveling to Arusha. Dan you saved my life, and Im serious. But I have to be careful. The police will arrest a white man for anything here just to get money. Today Im happy to be alive in a hotel instead of prison in Tanzania. Right now Im drinking a couple cold ones, packing, and getting ready to hop the country to Kenya. Although rebels are moving into Kenya I have a feeling I will have less problems. I miss the USA.
hey chaddy,
ReplyDeletebe careful bud, that's a pretty scary post you have here! you definitely handled it well but i'm still kinda worried for you! i love reading your blog - i'm living vicariously through you :) be safe and have fun! xoxo
take care and goodluck,
adriana
Sounds fun down there.
ReplyDeleteCedric
Your instincts are good. You can never let down your guard. I traveled solo through Europe as an 18 yo woman back in 1978. Almost disappeared for good in southern Italy. Praying for your safety...
ReplyDeleteHey Chad-
ReplyDeleteKeep your antenna way high as you are an 'authentic' target. You took me back 35 years ago to my days in South Africa as a young Peace Corps volunteer. These days will stay with you forever. I look forward to your next post!
Ted Williamson (WealthVest)
Ah be safe, Chad! Love you so much!
ReplyDeleteWe are praying that the rest of your trip is safe and wonderful! :) Hopefully someday this will be a great story for your kids!! :) All you can do now is keep your guard up and come home to all of us who love you lots!!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the time when returning to my ship in Tunis,I was knocked down with a rock,by some native Tunis crooks,if a couple of my shipmates had been close by I would of been a goner as they killed two Americans the week before.I still have the scar.This was in 1945.Be very careful.Love Grandpa from HK
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