So today (which is Saturday I believe

) the plan was to ride to Dodoma, the capital of Tanzania (no, I didn't either!).
Last night a large GSA with Kenya reg parked next to me at the hotel in Mbeya, and I met the rider and pillion, Jurgen (ez Freiburg now living in Nairobi) and his companion Kate also from Nairobi.
Jurgen was en route to Pretoria for a three week break and he gave me an excellent briefing on the road Nirth, which made me realize the 600 km run was doable in the day despite the voracious Tanzania traffic police.
As far as I can see the two main industries in Tz are farming and policing speed traps. Every village has a 30mph (well 50 kmh) limit for a mile either side, and the villages are very frequent so it's a right pain as on average there is a speed trap every 2 or 3 villages

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In exchange I could brief Jurgen and Kate on the excellent Malawi roads and gave them my Malawi SIM which was of little further use to me.
So I set off early after grabbing some cash from an ATM (with a horrible commission levied!) and refuelling. Leaving at 0730 I got the rush hour on the deeply rutted and diesel impregnated 'Zambia road' as it was known. Battling with tuktuks and uses, I was really good if my superloud Stiebel horn which fit a lot of use.
Once out in the countryside again it was fabulous if chilly
Most of the speed traps seemed uninterested in me and just waved me on whilst they booked other motorists.
At least, that was true until after a couple of hours I reached the village of Nlolo where I was flagged down and shown a highly dubious speed reading of 109 kmh as I entered the 50 kmh zone. I had a little chat with the initially unbending officer, showed him the map of my route so far which is usefully stuck on my top box. I explained I had not had a single speeding ticket throughout my African odyssey and encouraged him to be lenient.
My pronunciation of the town I was coming from (Mbeya) was so bad that it made him laugh and with that he shook me by the hand and wished me a happy trip through Tanzania. Result!

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Much of the mornuuwas at 1800 metres a d I was getting chilly, even to the point of considering putting on my hi Viz 'boil in the
bag' waterproof.
When the sun came out briefly (for the day was largely cloudy with sprinklings of rain) I stopped for a banana and my pre-made coffee.
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