My Outing in Arusha Town
While I was in town with Christofina and Dad, we met Patrick. He shared some advice: if you do bad things to others, they will do bad things to you, or God will punish you. I found his words interesting, though I can't remember him very well—it must have been a long time ago.
Dad and Christofina needed to take photos to renew their passports. After that, we went to a café. I enjoyed two vegetable samosas and a spicy chicken pie, adding ketchup for extra flavor. Before eating, I had a mango passion juice, which was delicious. We then looked at some shoes for Christofina, but they seemed expensive. Town was bustling with cars and bikes.
After lunch, we visited a gun shop. I made the mistake of trying to take a picture of the guns to send to my mom but was not allowed to.
We continued to walk around town and visited Raptor Coffee, where Dad was finalizing a logo for his website. I left the café to give Christofina her phone while she was getting her hair done. Crossing the busy road, a biker helped me navigate the traffic. I found Christofina at Sky One Barber Shop and had to cross back to the café. The same biker helped me again, and I thanked him sincerely.
Back at the café, I drank a green juice while Dad had pumpkin soup. I enjoyed vegetable soup with two slices of buttered bread. For dinner, Dad had the same.
Later, we visited the doctor to get some necessary supplies. The doctor, who had green eyes, gave both Dad and me instructions. After that, we went to another café, whose name I can't remember. I had a brownie with cashew nuts, and Dad had the same along with a pink wafer cake, which I also tried. I then drank a black coffee, while Dad had a cappuccino.
I noticed a picture of a blonde-haired, brown-eyed lady playing a saxophone. Afterward, we went to buy a papaya fruit, and Dad bought wine for Christofina. We then walked back to the car, a BMW, and drove home to Kilala. I fed the dogs, who were happy and hungry.
To finish the day, I drank a Guinness Smooth Beer, which tasted like chocolate, while Dad had the same. Christofina enjoyed a Serengeti Lite Beer.
While I was in town with Christofina and Dad, we met Patrick. He shared some advice: if you do bad things to others, they will do bad things to you, or God will punish you. I found his words interesting, though I can't remember him very well—it must have been a long time ago.
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