Inside the car was a bit different. We'd been paired off with a couple of Germans. Nigel was initially excited because he was convinced the guy was actually Giorgio Moroder because he had a voice just like him - don't be daft Nigel - wasn't Giorgio Italian? Anyway this guy was very nice, very sweet, easy to get along with and excited about the day. The wife however was a different story. Nothing could please her - even if a zebra had come up playing the ukulele and singing the Tanzanian national anthem - it wouldn't have been good enough. To make matters worse she was a smoker and kept insisting on fag breaks plus she had a bad back as well which meant a lot of whinging to our guide about the bumpy roads - "you're in a fucking crater love". More to come about Frau Snider later.
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