The Last Word

This is our final post as we board an airplane in three hours to eventually land in Bozeman in two days.

Our last nine days were spent on Zanzibar, split between the beach and historic Stonetown. There are many beaches on Zanzibar and everyone seems to have their own favorite. We opted for Bweju on the east coast. We found a small bungalow operation, only six rooms and the first night we were the only guests. Some other travelers we passed on the beach said it was one of the worst looking places in Bweju but when we mentioned our budget they backpedaled to say it was the best in that price range. As it turned out, we had more personalized attention than if we had stayed at one of the fancy resorts. The man who ran the place, Abdul, was always within shouting distance and we arranged meals with him that were served on our porch looking at the ocean. One afternoon I checked with him to see what was available for dinner. He pulled a live octopus out of a bucket. At least we knew it was fresh. Abdul also made great, gingery, spiced tea. We drank multiple cups every morning with our chapati and eggs.

The whole east coast has a coral reef just offshore. This makes for nice snorkeling and super-fine sand, practically the consistency of flour. On the flipside, there are huge tidal swings. At low tide it's impossible to swim; all the locals walk along the flats harvesting seaweed and digging for clams. It's a good beach for relaxing. No hustle and bustle, very few vendors trying to sell cheap sunglasses, Masaai jewelry, or Tingatinga paintings.

Between the east coast and Stonetown the road passes through Jozani forest, home to the red colobus monkey. We walked through the forest hoping to catch sight of this rare species. It turns out there are a few thousand of them here and we were soon in the middle of a troop. We watched them leap between tree branches and then run along the path almost between our legs. They feed on leaves and in the middle of the day go up in the trees to sleep and escape the heat. Some monkeys found forked branches to lay in, with their arms and legs just dangling.

And our final days were here in Stonetown. It's an old, windy city full of Swahili, Arab, and Indian culture. It's impossible not to get lost but then you always find yourself back someplace recognizable. The challenge is then placing that recognizable building into the larger context of the city. So we spent days wandering the streets which have completely different characters from morning to midday to afternoon to evening. Some are filled with "tourist junk", endless shops selling identical carvings, paintings, etc. Once you get away from that area there are groceries, jewelers, spice merchants, hole in the wall eateries (I wouldn't go so far as to call them cafes). We were also lucky enough to be here during the annual Swahili music festival, Sauti Za Busara (busaramusic.org). It was a big event for four days with musicians from all over East Africa and even from as far away as Mali and Belgium. At a more personal level, we spent three hours yesterday sitting down with some woodcarvers and learning the finer points of bao (we learned the beginner's version in Malawi). Bao is a relative of mancala, seeds are moved around bowls in a wooden board. If you're curious, stop by the house and we'll teach you.

Now we're trying to prepare for skiing and snow, which is difficult to imagine while sitting in tropical heat. Once we get unpacked and settled we'll post more photos online from our trip and maybe even bring a slideshow to a town near you. Until then...