Tanzania-Zambia Railway 3 1 hour

At 23: 26 on March 7th, Tanzania time, six of us boarded the train and started the Tanzania-Zambia Railway Experience Tour.

Before this, at 13:00 pm, according to the old stationmaster who contacted us, we had arrived at Mbeya Railway Station to pay for the tickets. It's still the rhythm of Africa, and the original two-point ticket collection has been changed to four. After four o'clock, the staff said that the train had not yet arrived in China, and I wonder if there was a first-class box. I have to pick it up at five o'clock, and I still don't know the location at five o'clock. Finally, at six o'clock, we finally got the tickets.

The train is expected to arrive at the station at 10:39, and we haven't eaten all day. The rainy night in Mbeya is particularly cold. Finally, on second thought, we decided to go back to the hotel for dinner first. Yaya went to tell the staff about the situation and asked him to call us to remind us that the train was approaching the station. The staff said nothing. Don't worry, you won't come for three hours. You have enough time to eat (6: 40 then).

I heard that the train was more than 800 minutes late last week, and we were very upset when we waited. But this trip to Mbeya was lucky on the whole. Our bus was only less than fifty minutes late. It is an older carriage than the domestic green leather car, and it is also very different from the first-class carriage we imagined. A damp smell, two blankets, a cushion and a quilt, the pillow can no longer be used, that kind of wet, green and white striped sheets ... Everything is like China in the 1980s. Ducky, Ducky and I learned the accent of the chronicle play badly, calling each other Shufen and Cui Hua: "We can finally go to town".

At 00:50 on March 8, the train left.

I was too tired to sleep at that time. Woke up in a daze in the middle of the night, as if floating on a ship in Sanjibar Island. It turns out that the train can still swing up and down. Great, great.

After six or seven o'clock, I finally got on the boat. Oh, no, the first time I felt on the train, when I sat up and looked out, my eyes were full of green. In the lush green, there are small sunflowers one after another and big sunflowers one after another. I can't photograph the beauty that my eyes see through the window. All I know is that I feel happy.

The three cars in the opposite carriage have been taking pictures outside by the window. We, a hiker, are always glad that you came.

Snacks and entertainment are indispensable on the train. This car is very headstrong, stopping to rest or replenish from time to time. In Jia Rong's words, the donkey runs faster than it. We played several rounds of uno, and the train started, wobbling on the sea as usual. So we decided to go back to sleep.

I slept from 1 1:00 to 14:30. I woke up, and the higher and higher temperature made me realize that I had left Mbeya and was getting closer and closer to the city. At this time, three ducks have got on the dining car to experience Wali Kuku. And I curled up and slept, which Xiaoyu called like a shrimp. The weather in the afternoon is ridiculously hot, and chatting with friends around me is not boring. Xiaoyu took melon seeds and local tyrant brother for a crutch, watching them casually holding it, but we couldn't talk.

At one stop, the train needs to stop for an hour to replenish. There is a lively scene outside the window. Children are running and vendors are walking. Local women walked one after another, carrying baskets of fruits or other goods on their heads, and almost all of them were not short. This is what puzzles me the most. I feel overwhelmed by a heavy schoolbag since I was a child. Hakuna Matata, used to describe the outermost window. Africa has a mysterious happiness. In any case, laughing is so comfortable and carefree that neither the scorching sun nor the sudden raindrops can stop it.

The Tanzania-Zambia Railway is full of traces made in China, and so are the trains, which is why we have experienced it. We have heard many stories about this road, including the story of an old stationmaster who studied in China. When I was young, in Tanzania, I just wanted to have a look at the scenery of this road, the road that the China people walked in the 1970s, and the railway depicting the friendship between China and Africa.

2 1:36, fell asleep again on the shaking train. It is strange that the shaking and noise from top to bottom do not delay sleep at all.

At 3 am on March 9, I woke up.

The first-class car is very quiet at the moment, and the battery of the mobile phone is 4%. I ran to the second-class car and moved a chair, sat by the window and looked out of the window. I asked the passing staff that the bus should have arrived at 6 o'clock in the morning 1 o'clock.

The lush green during the day has turned into a deep and shallow black at this time. The wind is very cold at night, and there is no mosquito bite by the window of the unhappy train. I can only sit there with my hair down.

At night, the train will suddenly speed up (only a little). When it crosses the track, it is a harsh sound. With the sound of insects outside the window, the train's nose smelled the burning of wires.

This seems to say that this is an old railway full of stories. Trains occasionally pass through tunnels in caves and tracks built in rainforests. How much effort did this project spend in the 1970s?

At 4: 26 in the morning, I was sitting in the corridor blowing, and I met a local. He asked me what I was doing, and I said I was waiting for the sunrise. The power of the mobile phone is 1%, so I think I can't lose it. I asked him if he could take me to the dining car to charge. Knowing that there were a group of drunkards in that carriage last night, I was really a little scared alone. He took me to help me find a staff member, where my mobile phone was stored for charging. I went back to get the 1000 (three yuan) needed for charging. When I came back with the money, I met an alcoholic. He stopped me and asked me if I was single. I subconsciously shook my head and told my husband that I was in the back car. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and the people behind me stared at me with interest. I shook it off and walked quickly to the staff. The staff was still shouting kichina, baby, which caused a burst of laughter.

This is not the first time I have come to Africa to ask myself if I am single, but this is the first time I have met an actual alcoholic. I was really scared, so I asked the staff for help, charged the emergency electricity and hurried back to the carriage. Most people here are simple and enthusiastic, but there are always some good places and bad places. I don't know about the green leather car in China, and the dining car on this car is like a bar in the afternoon, accompanied by lively laughter and music from local friends, but it is full of alcohol in the early hours of the night. The ground is full of drunkards, most of them lie quietly on the ground, and some of them harass passers-by. The staff told me that most of them come from hard-seat cars, and the dining car is the best place for you to see the world.

At 5: 43, lights appeared in the distance, and red glow began to appear in the eastern sky. This is the beauty I waited for nearly three hours, and the fatigue of the past 30 hours and the unhappiness of the dining car were swept away.

It is for this beauty, for the simple people living in this beautiful sunshine, so in that poor era, I went to Wan Li by boat, and even paid my life.

Familiar with strong ultraviolet rays and familiar heat, at 6: 48, we ended the 3 1 hour experience trip of Tanzania-Zambia Railway and returned to the sultry city and the warm Confucius Institute family. The first meal after getting off the train was my old father, Zhao Qiong's sister's love of soybean milk and beef patties. )

March 7 to March 9, 2020

This is our trip to Tanzania-Zambia Railway, and this is the end of our trip to Mbeya. This trip (from March 3 to March 9) experienced the comfort of European Zhuangzhou, learned about the life of coffee, tasted delicious Indian dishes, climbed the rainforest that I had been afraid of all my life, saw the wonder of the Bridge of God, abandoned a pair of shoes, experienced wearing frozen flip-flops and socks, and completed a unique and unforgettable journey with like-minded people.

Memories cherished in my life.