I moved into Paul and Nora's house last night. The driver who took me after work yesterday was also dropping off other people, so the route he took was rather confusing. I learned this morning when we took a more direct way that the house is not far from CARE offices.

The Barkers have a house guest, Sally, who I mentioned earlier. She's here with a guy, also named Paul, who is interning with Abbot Labs, but on a different project. He's about a year younger than I am, and is going into his last year of engineering at a school in Wisconsin. Both of them are into biking around Dar, and in the month that they've been here so far, they've covered quite a bit of the city. Paul (the elder) has loaned me a spare bike, which is a bit beat up but still works as it should. I'm pleased with the new mobility I've been afforded. Unfortunately, I didn't really bring any clothing appropriate for bike riding, since at no point during my planning did I imagine I would be traveling in such a manner. Paul claims that in the many countries he's worked in Africa, Tanzania has the best conditions for biking. All the major roads have very wide pedestrian areas, which is good safety-wise since people are even worse drivers here than in Worcester. I know that's hard to believe, but Massachusetts does not actually have the worst drivers on the planet.

Paul bicycles in to work at 7am, so I left with Sally this morning since she leaves at a more reasonable time. She's working at Mohambili, probably the largest hospital in Tanzania, and CARE is on the way to her destination. The route is very simple and only has two turns. Once I'm out of Paul's neighborhood, I just follow the main road down to the Stanbic Bank and take a right at Kinunduga road. The trip took slightly longer than 10 minutes. Hopefully, I'll be able to remember the correct turn into Paul's neighborhood this evening.

Paul and Nora are leaving for a long visit to the States on Thursday, so Sally and I will have the house to ourselves. There is a grocery store within easy biking distance, so it will be almost like having our own apartment. My only complaint about the house is that it's not sealed as well as Dorcas's and there are more mosquitoes inside. My bed has a net on it, so I'll be fine at night. The upshot is that they have a washing machine. The thought of either myself or one of the housekeepers washing my clothes by hand was rather upsetting. I didn't want to do it, but neither did I want to subject anyone else to it.