|deboard onto runway!|
and yet, it is wonderful to step straight into the air of tanzania. the smell is unmistakable--earthy, as you would expect, but with an tinged edge to it, burnt and harsh.
you always arrive in the dark and the night is cool--a mere 80* Fahrenheit or so. but truly, the airfield allows a breeze to carry to you and it has never seemed anything but pleasant and comforting.
which is probably good, as then you have to battle the chaos of immigration- a mass of bodies flooding in indeterminate lines as they try to get into past the guards.