I love it there. It’s so warm, and vibrant and the community, along with the environment, is so welcoming. The expatriate community is rather close knit, and while that could be an annoyance to those who lead very private and secretive lives, for the most part it makes you feel a part of the community. That, in turn, makes you feel accepted. Valued. You matter there, as the community has developed around the individuals who have made Dar es Salaam their home.
What I enjoyed most about Dar (along with the warm respite from Johannesburg winters) was the fact that when I went there, I would be meeting someone for the first time and within a single conversation you were able to get a good understanding of who they were. There was far less reservation about interacting than there seems to be in cities like Melbourne. It’s very much a case of “what you see is what you get”, and the cooperation between the people is profound; notice boards are papered with flyers advertising goods for trade and sale as families move through the city, and boats and furniture are recycled and reused and reloved.
It’s a city of promise, of a future, for the young business entrepreneurs and development workers. If you can move past the fact that the Internet is not as fast as you may be used to, and the infrastructure is still being built up, you can be part of the town where people help each other out, and the promise of growth awaits.