Green, green, green banana’s everywhere. The sweet smell of matoke mixes with the smell of sweating locals coming aboard. I took the night boat from Bukoba in Tanzania to Mwanza. It’s a ten hour journey. The boat leaves Bukoba, one of the major economic cities in Tanzania around 21.30 at night and arrives in Mwanza at around seven in the morning. The boat has three classes and a fourth class: for matoke and (like last night) a coffin. Matoke or green bananas are the staple food for a lot of people around the lake. On the way the boat stops once in Kemondo Bay where more matoke comes aboard. The big bunches of matoke have marks so people can easily recognize which bunch is theirs. It was not the first time I took the boat and I noticed a small difference with the last time, in November last year. In November there was much more activity around the boat in the water. Fishermen come to the boat to trade their fresh fish, but it seems this time they did not come. I asked around with several people, but nobody could answer me why the fisherman did not come. I could see them far away like flickering stars. I was standing on the deck with the wind blowing in my hair. A few meters below me, on the third class deck, people where sweating in their private square meter, staring at me without any expression. Mothers with children, man, drunken men: ‘Please no pictures’, the smell of urine took over from the pentrating smell of sweat when people invited me in the nose of the boat on the lowest deck. Some of them were even taking their own matoke with them, folding themselves. It was great to see and quit confronting at the same moment. Migration is a natural part of life in Africa. In fact its part of a survival life style not as a choice like the group of tourists that travelled First Class using the same boat two decks above them. Enjoy the nightboat to Mwanza! All pictures are made on mobile phone…
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The night boat to Mwanza….
An experience rather than just a trip; starting with the ferry itself.
One of my fellow passengers tries to explain to me how and when an possibly why this ship has been built or rebuilt. The number of rivets per square inch, the way of welding, the power of the engines….
Stop please. Probably the amount of facts about ships that you have forgotten exceeds the knowledge that I will ever acquire, but you will never see the vessel through my eyes.
The 1st class cabins, with their individual doors opening on the decks, the woodwork, the dimly lit passages take you back an century in time. I see Hercule Poirot walking the decks, solving the mystery of the murder on the Nile. Peering over the dark waters, somewhere on the surprisingly quiet upper deck with a clumsy glass of white wine from the bar (probably years past expiration date) I enjoy my private musing.
Then… The walking knowledgebase reappears. “Do you know that the engines have been replaced by diesels?”
Hercule Poirot disappears with a dull splash in Lake Victoria and doesn’t reappear this evening. I decide to retire to my cabin…..
The night boat to Mwanza – a definite must for a romantic old fool.