Barfarama.

*This one's from the archives. I just forgot to post it earlier.

For those of you thinking of taking the ferry from Zanzibar to Dar es Salaam, be forewarned: business can get ugly. You know the scene in Stand By Me when Lardass drinks the castor oil at the pie eating contest, vomits, and sparks an all-out barfarama? That's what you can expect. And not just from the muzungu tourists. The lady sitting next to me snuck a sick bag under her burqa to be violently ill for two hours straight. There were kids laying in the aisles performing synchronized puking tricks. Young. Old. Black. White. Barf knows no boundaries. Except for me. I escaped relatively unscathed, the only assault being on my delicate nostrils.