The sign hanging on the Arusha Hostel Gate
I quickly adjusted to living at a hostel with Justin. Although I had fallen in love with him at first sight, we both tried to hide these feelings and be professional. Justin and Frank, two Tanzanians, operated Arusha Hostel. Frank, a wild, yet caring man with a love for vegetarian cooking, always treated me like a younger sister. New guests would arrive each day, but I felt more like a permanent resident, paying a lump sum for 3 months. The hostel felt like home. We cooked, laughed, danced, cleaned, read, and spent hours getting to know each other. Many nights Mtui and I would stay up talking until past midnight.
Frank (left) and Mtui (right)
Mtui cooking a delicious feast
A typical meal at A-Town Hostel
Mtui the Chef
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