We are in Stone Town, which is the historic quarter of
Zanzibar Town. It’s an old Arab-Indian town, from the days when the Arabs
controlled the spice and slave trades up the east coast of Africa. 95% of the
people are Muslim. I was woken by the call to prayer at about 4.00am. It’s hot
and muggy. I was roasting last night with the windows closed and the air con
and the fan on, must set it cooler tonight. Annoyingly, there are lots of
touts. Yesterday a man tried to show me photos of “very nice baby’, I think it
was for sale. Geoff says it’s a compliment, and they must think I’m Madonna or
Angelina Jolie (Right!).
Highlights:
1.
The food. Best Inidan restaurant outside of
India. Best octopus – char grilled, sometimes on skewers, with big tentacles. I
think I will be growing tentacles.
2.
The winding narrow lanes, with tantalising
glimpses into homes , full of children playing and adults socialising.
Observations:
1.
The men wear the long white smock and conical
muslim hat, I saw one with board shorts underneath. The women wear the hijab,
or, less frequently, the burka.
2.
Many Tanzanian women are very beautiful. You
could have staged the Miss Tanzania quest amongst the wait staff at our favourite
restaurant
What I Learned:
1.
When stuffing one’s pillow or mattress with
kapok, NEVER include any kapok seeds unless you wish to share your bed with a
rat. Apparently they find them irresistible.
Our shower
Creative electricity supply
Zanzibar street
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