I taught high-school math in Tanzania for 3 years a year after I finished my teaching degree in 1972.
I enlisted with CUSO (Canadian University Service Overseas) and was stationed in the southern highlands -- close to Zambia -- in Mbeya. My school was Mbeya Secondary School.
I had and got around on a Honda 90, a small motorcycle that had parts outlets in Mbeya. Coincidentally, I had used the same model of bike in my first year at university.
I was determined to know everything about how the engine worked and how to maintain it. I bought an impact driver from Snap-on Tools when I was in Canada, and eventually could open or close a motor and get to its guts in a professional. way. In fact, I ended up buying 3 wrecked bikes, rebuilt each and added some paint, and then resold them and used the money to finance my post-Tanzania trip to Egypt, Greece (Crete), Israel, and India (3.5 years).
I was also interested in movies. I can't remember if there was a public cinema in the town center area. I don't think there was.
But there was a kind of community center that (I assume) was built by and for ex-pats living and working in the country. It was located on the slopes of a small mountain and overlooked the valley and plain stretching in the distance below. Ex-pats from Canada, Germany, Finland, Holland, and other countries would sometimes meet there for darts or a brew or just to socialize.
They had a squash court near the center, and that was another hobby that I took up, learning the game from scratch. I thoroughly enjoyed the sport, and wondered why I hadn't really heard about it in my schooling years in Canada. It's a 2-person sport like tennis, except there's not so much running around.
Bi-weekly (I think) movie night was another enjoyment -- see a movie in English. I learned that the projectionist was leaving, and that they needed someone to take over. It was a volunteer job, and meant booking the 35mm movie, picking it up at the bus station, setting up the reels, putting up signs to publicize the event, screening the movie, rewinding the reels, and shipping the reels back to the company in Dar Es Salaam from the bus station.
I enjoyed my time as newly initiated movie projectionist. I had taken a 8mm movie-making course as part of my educational degree. I ended up buying an old Bolex Super 8 camera and mounting it onto my motorcycle helmet and shooting footage of the Tanzanian countryside outside of Mbeya.
Anyway, the days of movies on reels and the clickety sound of 35mm projectors are over very soon.
The following video explains the before and after.