On our way to the beautiful east coast of Zanzibar, our driver had to stop at least five times at police checkpoints. Sometimes the police, dressed in pristine white uniforms, would just saunter out of the bushes and wave the car over; other times they had metal barrels barring the route. These are supposedly to check car insurance, road worthiness etc, but all that actually happens, after a few sentences are exchanged, is that the police get a couple thousand shillings 'fee' to let the car pass. Our driver seemed to be pretty resigned to it and just laughed: "This is Africa my friend!"
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