Saturday, January 23, 2010

Zanzibar: Tanzania

We flew into Da Es Salaam, stayed overnight and caught the ferry to Zanzibar the next morning. The traffic on the way from the airport to our hotel was crazy. Even though it was late the roads were packed and the busses even more so with people hanging off the back of them.
Our first two nights in Zanzibar were spent in Stonetown which is the older part of Zanzibar town. It is full of old buildings that have narrow lanes/roads/paths snaking around them. It’s easy to get lost, but you are never lost for long, you always end up at the beach or the main road where the old town meets the new. Even though we were only there for a couple of days the local touts got to know us and never gave up trying to sell us scarves, cds and cashew nuts. Some locals were so friendly they followed me around the shops until I could make my excuses without being too rude.
Next stop the beaches. This was my holiday within our holiday so I booked into a different place to the Kincaids. We were both on Jambiani beach but at different ends. They stayed at the German place and I stayed at the Rasta place (Kimte Beach Inn). It was the quiet season so two couples and I had the place to ourselves. The locals took us to parties at night so my time was spent drinking (Kilimanjaro beer), eating and lounging in the sun. It’s a really relaxed place where everything happens in its own time (meals can come a couple of hours after being ordered but there’s always beer to fill the gap). The sea was so warm it was like a bath. I only swam in the morning and evening because it was a long trek to get to shallow water at low tide. I was able to drag myself away from the beach a couple of afternoons to go snorkeling with the Kincaids and Captain Zappy (he was looking for a wife to take him home to her county) and visit the forest and the monkeys that live in it. Of course I also managed to squeeze in a massage, because that is what I do. Kate (one of the other Kimte guests) and I only discovered that the place next door made great cocktails on the last day. That saved me a lot of shillings.









Our room at The Dhow Palace in Stonetown.



A typical street








During the spice tour on our way to Jambiani


The bar at my place







Collecting seaweed to sell in Japan


Seaweed farm





The infamous Captain Zappy at the beginning of the trip before I was trying to escape his hand holding attempts.










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