I have a rather impressive record of getting lost in pretty much any city I visit. It’s a combination of a desire to walk as much as possible and having no sense of direction whatsoever.
Trying to find my way home one evening this week in Dar I took a wrong turn. What should have been a 7-minute stroll turned into a frustrating 45-minute stumble down back alleys and side streets. So the night after, I took a taxi.
The driver said he knew where I wanted to go, we agreed a price and I got in.
After about ten minutes of driving it became clear that his sense of direction was as bad as mine.
“Where are we?” I asked
“We are here,” he replied, accurately.
“Do you know where are we going?”
“We are going somewhere, I think.”
A minute passed.
“Now where are we?”
“We are still here.”
I’m still not sure how he eventually found it, but he did.