One of my favorite memories of Tanzania is this one time in Iringa a while back. It was probably about 8 months ago. I was walkin down the street with my friend Kate. This is her pictured here. We were walking past the market, when along came an old homeless guy. This old homeless guy was different though. This guy didn't beg for money, he didn't want food, he wasn't even looking for small talk with a foriegner. This old guy just really really wanted to punch a white person. He walked right up to us, cold cocked Kate on the shoulder, turned around, and walked back to his spot near the market. No words spoken. Just a punch-n-run. The best part about this story though, is that it took us a couple minutes to even realize that this was strange or funny. She kind of just rubbed her shoulder and we kept on walking. Then later realized, hey, Kate just got punched on the shoulder by an old homeless guy for no reason. It was pretty funny. Maybe the old guy was getting out years aing...