As the dim lights of downtown Moshi disappeared in our rearview mirror, my husband squeezed my hand across the backseat and flashed me the look.
The sun had set hours ago on this town at the base of Mt. Kilimanjaro. Our new friend Magembe drove – and drove and drove and drove – promising a taste of local nightlife ahead.
In the glow of the dashboard, my husband’s face reflected what I was feeling: We either made a horrible mistake, or…
