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Urojo in Zanzibar

My first taste of urojo (“oo-row-jo”) was out of necessity. After a stint in Mombasa, Kenya, where I work for an NGO focusing on early childhood development, I was sent to Zanzibar, where I jumped, wallet-first, into the island’s flavors and cocktail hours. After three weeks of hedonistic bliss, I was happy, hungover, and heinously over-budget, and the 2000 Tanzanian shilling (US$1) urojo stand around the corner from our Stone Town offices had never been more...

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