I never manage to find time for lunch while I’m out reporting—much to the chagrin of my fixer Anisa. The days always turn into a furious push to cram everything in before 3 pm, at which point the flow of willing interviewees slows to a dribble. It’s not until I close the car door after the day’s final interview that the the hunger kicks in, and so we’ve started a mini tradition. On the way back to Stone Town, Anisa asks the driver to stop at a vendor selling grilled corn by the side of the road, which all we munch quietly on the way back to the hotel.
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