Nyanya! Nyanya! Nyanya!
That was my Day 2 wake-up call on the TAZARA train—a 4-day, 2000km ride from Zambia to Dar es Salaam, Tanzania. Half-asleep, I thought it was a cheerful chant or perhaps even a song from a fellow passenger. But no, it was the unmistakable hustle of traders at the station. Nyanya means tomato in Swahili, and their cries carried the promise of fresh produce. This vibrant soundtrack was my introduction to the pulse of life along one of Africa’s most iconic railways.
This wasn’t just a train ride; it was a journey through history, culture, and the breathtaking landscapes of northern Zambia and southern Tanzania. The TAZARA railway, a monumental achievement born of necessity and diplomacy, was a lifeline for landlocked Zambia in the 1970s. Funded and constructed with Chinese support, it offered Zambia access to Tanzania’s port of Dar es Salaam at a time when apartheid-era politics complicated trade routes. Stepping onto the train, I felt like I was boarding more than just a vehicle—I was stepping into the pages of Africa’s history.
"This wasn’t just a train ride; it was a journey through history, culture, and the breathtaking landscapes of northern Zambia and southern Tanzania."
My adventure started in Lusaka, Zambia, where I boarded a bus to Kapiri Mposhi, the starting point of the TAZARA journey. I’d just wrapped up a month and a half working on a web project in Mpongwe and was eager to move. My goal? To visit all 55 African Union countries. This leg of the journey was special, leading me eventually to Bukavu, Democratic Republic of Congo, for my friends Jean and Mason’s lakeside wedding.
At the TAZARA office in Lusaka, I secured a first-class ticket—a straightforward process but one that reminded me of a golden travel rule: cash is king. The first class on TAZARA offers shared cabins with four beds, clean sheets, and pillows. I was paired with an older couple and a young man also travelling to Dar es Salaam. We quickly bonded over our curiosity about the journey ahead.
The train left Kapiri Mposhi at 2:30 PM, bound for Dar es Salaam three days later—or so the timetable claimed. As the train pulled away, I felt a mix of excitement and reverence. This wasn’t just a journey across borders; it was a bucket-list adventure I’d dreamed about for years.
If you love meeting people, the TAZARA train is paradise. My first discovery was the canteen/bar, a buzzing social hub that became my favorite hangout. There, travelers from across Africa and beyond mingled, sharing drinks, stories, and laughter. I quickly found myself among a lively group of young Lusakans on an Easter weekend trip to Kasama. Armed with a bottle of gin and a sense of humor, the canteen transformed into a rolling pub with unparalleled views.
The bar stocked Mosi Lager from Zambia and Serengeti Lager from Tanzania—both staples of my journey. There’s something magical about sipping a cold beer while watching the landscape shift from Zambia’s green to Tanzania’s dramatic mountains. Meals were simple but hearty, with a focus on affordability and convenience.
As a digital nomad, I even managed to sneak in some work. My cabin’s small table became an impromptu office, though I frequently paused to chat with curious passengers or soak in the view.
Every great adventure has its humbling moments, and for me, it was the bathrooms. First-class cabins, while cosy, lagged behind their second-class counterparts, which boasted modern facilities thanks to newer Chinese-built carriages. By Day 2, I was trekking to the second class for a more comfortable experience. Note to future TAZARA travellers: don’t underestimate second-class—it’s worth considering for its newer amenities.
By the time we crossed into Tanzania, the scenery transformed into something out of a dream. Mountains, mist, and waterfalls painted the landscape. It was the rainy season, and the lush greenery of northern Zambia gave way to Tanzania’s rolling hills and dramatic vistas. Every turn of the railway offered a new perspective on nature’s artistry. April may not be the best time for Zanzibar’s beaches, but it’s perfect for witnessing the raw beauty of Tanzania’s highlands.
Travel isn’t all smooth sailing, and the TAZARA journey wasn’t without its challenges. On one occasion, I left my cabin unlocked while taking photos from the rear carriage. When I returned, everything seemed in place, but a small stash of cash had disappeared. It was a tough lesson in vigilance but a reminder to keep your valuables close. This hiccup didn’t overshadow the journey’s magic—it simply reinforced my resolve to be more cautious.
On the fourth morning, I woke to the hum of activity. The skyline of Dar es Salaam came into view, signalling the end of this epic train ride. Stepping onto the platform, I felt a wave of accomplishment. Tanzania had been on my bucket list for years, and now I was finally here.
Navigating the city was an adventure of its own. ATMs came with hefty withdrawal fees, so pro tip: bring cash or rely on mobile money. My Couchsurfing host, Hussein, welcomed me warmly. A soft-spoken gem of a person, he introduced me to Dar’s culture and faith during Ramadan. Together, we explored the city, and I learned as much from him as I did from the journey itself.
My journey didn’t end in Dar es Salaam. From there, I boarded another train to Mwanza, on the shores of Lake Victoria, before heading to Rwanda. But that’s a story for another time.
For now, I’ll cherish the memories of TAZARA—a train ride that wasn’t just a mode of transport but a microcosm of Africa’s spirit. From vibrant station stops to the camaraderie of the canteen, this journey was a reminder of why I travel: to connect, to learn, and to soak in the extraordinary.
Here’s to more stories, and the beauty of African adventures.
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