[UAH] Tanzania Journal: Discovering a tourism gem in Africa
Tanzania Journal: Discovering a tourism gem in Africa
By TOM BENNING
Staff Writer
Published: 13 July 2013 11:47 PM
Updated: 13 July 2013 11:47 PM
DAR ES SALAAM, Tanzania — As we rounded the corner onto Mataka Road, my taxi driver and I wondered if our destination — a gemstone dealer called The Tanzanite Dream — was indeed more fiction than reality.
"That's a rough road," the driver said, eyeing the unpaved downtown street, with its mountains and valleys of dirt.
But the signs beckoned us forward in my pursuit of a uniquely Tanzanian gift: tanzanite, a dazzling, deep blue gemstone found only near towering Mount Kilimanjaro. As we reached the compound that houses Tanzanite Dream, three guards opened a gate so we could drive in. The gate then closed behind us.
I was in this vibrant but chaotic city to cover the George W. Bush Institute's African First Ladies Summit. A Bush staffer had talked up the stones earlier and asked if I was married. I told her no, but that I had a girlfriend.
She laughed and said something like, "Well, if you ever want to get married, you better go buy one."
After further pestering from my mother, I set aside my last morning in Africa for an expedition to The Tanzanite Dream.
I still didn't know what to expect as I was ushered into a waiting room, then led through two secure doors to the showroom.
A friendly saleswoman explained that an AAA-rated loose stone would cost upward of $400 a carat, depending on the shape. I must've looked a bit shell-shocked, so she added that the price was negotiable if I paid in cash.
That wasn't an option for me, as visitors to Dar es Salaam are discouraged from carrying around hundreds of dollars — or their equivalent, hundreds of thousands of Tanzanian shillings. So I settled on a less-expensive — but still spectacular, in my opinion — stone set in white gold and made for a necklace.
My small gift was placed in a box, then a nice leather pouch, and accompanied by a certificate of authenticity in a fancy paper bag. But as I prepared to walk out, they offered one final accoutrement: a small black garbage bag.
My tanzanite dream was real. But in the busy streets of Dar es Salaam, no one else needed to know.
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