Waking up in this heat is still so intense and hot, thank goodness for the fan. Not wanting to dehydrate we consume 2 litres of water each every day, the good ole faithful Drop of Zanzibar Mineral Water. Had a lazy morning, and then took a walk on the beach. It’s literally 5 mins away through the village.
We see a lot of Maasai men walking on the beach, some walking alone and some in groups of 2 or 3. Some walk with a stick and all seem to wear their traditional clothes. From the look of things early this morning, they sleep on the beach sometimes. We spoke to one of the Maasai man. He told us he comes from Arusha, also known as “A” Town by the locals, and is situated on the foot of Mount Meru. Arusha was officially declared a city on 1 July 2006 by the Tanzanian government. Rumour is it that they dress in their traditional clothes in the day and at night sport the latest brand names clothing and shoes, and hit the pubs to meet women. And it works, I have heard.
Today we got to taste a date from one of the local little street shops. We go down every day to get fresh vegetables and what fruit they have, also had to buy more water for the day. All the root vegetables still have thick soil on them. The fruit in Zanzibar is really big, pineapples so large it would win a competition. Avocado pears taste slightly different as well. Not only is their fruit big, but I saw the largest garden snail ever, I think about 10 cm big. I know the French would be impressed and quite happy to pay a few euros for one of them.
The street taxis are called dala-dala and come from Stone Town everyday bringing fresh produce to the stalls. They are called dala-dala as it used to only cost one dala or dollar to get around. They have no glass windows, and are packed with people inside and food stacked on top. The ladies sit inside and men normally hang on the outside.
The streets are not paved, and are very sandy and not smooth at all. The pathways are made of plenty of rocks, stones and shells. Lots of potholes as well, and houses stretch in between the narrow paths. And plenty of coconut trees everywhere. Nothing makes sense and you can be walking back on a path that suddenly leads up to a house, and then you have to find a way to get out of their backyards without being rude. Lots of houses are not finished, and many are made from just clay and shells, large shells. As we walk along with our purchases, the children run up to us and try and scratch in the bags. It is quite a juggle, trying to keep our sarongs on, and hold onto our bags at the same time. They don’t like to have their photo taken and often run away, or hide their faces from you.
This evening our friend arrived to stay over for the night as she is off tomorrow. In our bags we had prepared a goody bag for her, some chips (crips), chocolates, hot cross buns squashed in the foil, biltong, hot chocolate, wine and some medical supplies as a reminder of home. She works in the North of Zanzibar, and it took her about an hr and a half to get to us in the south. She opens a beer and has some chips, before we leave to watch the sunset. She wants to take us around a bit.
Our first stop is the Rock restaurant, located south east of the island, on the Michamwi Pingwe peninsula. It’s about an hrs drive from Stone Town, but it only took us 30 mins. We have seen it so many times on Television; it is always one of the places that is shown when they are marketing Zanzibar, but to see it in front of your eyes is completely different. Even more breathtaking, the restaurant is built on a rock, not too far from the shore. The actual rock itself and its position is in such a way, that Mother Nature knew that this would add a special touch to the magic it brings. We arrive at high tide, and get to run in the warm Indian Ocean, feeling the tingle against our legs and sinking into that amazing soft sand. At low tide you can walk to the Rock restaurant, but at high tide you are transported to and from the rock by boat. The restaurant is 7m high, allowing for water to rise 4.5m up the side of the rock. We never got a chance to eat their as booking is recommended, and if we had to, what would we want to come back to Zanzibar for next time. Yes, we need to keep some things for next time. Their will be a next time, I am already sure of that.
We need to move quickly to catch the sunset, and off we travel in the car to our next destination. We arrive at Kae Funk Resort Sunset Beach Bar, in Michamvi. We have now travelled inwards to a narrow strip where this place is. The road is beach sand, and as we get out, we take our shoes off and walk barefoot to the bar. I order another Coconut milk drink; just love drinking with a straw from the actual coconut, so island style. We take our drinks to the edge of the water and sit down to watch the sunset. Everywhere you go in Zanzibar, the castor sugar white soft sand reminds you that you on an Island. It transforms you from City to Island through touch. It is more of a Rasta bar, and so we have many Rasta’s coming to meet us and talk to us. Not in the mood to mingle but just enjoy the quietness of the ocean and the warmth of the sun as it goes down. The sun takes a long time to set, and it is so peaceful, not like home at all, where if you need to change batteries the sun has gone down already. We speak to a few more Rasta’s. After a beautiful short touristy road trip and sunset, we arrive home and make a quick pasta dish for dinner. Feed the dogs and shower, tomorrow is a full day.