So I was late. A whole day late to my tour because I’m an idiot and simply ready the dates wrong. So as soon as I got to the beach side hotel I was quickly whisked off to a ferry. I’d been flying for ages and was dreaming of sleeping on the beach for the day because I thought I was a day early. Instead I had to back across on the ferry sweating bollocks and make a beeline for Zanzibar island with Mark (one of the tour leaders). Everyone else had spent the day doing a tour but I went to sleep straight away until Sarah and Randi came into the room. Two danish sisters that I’d be sharing with through Zanzibar. That night we went out for drinks at a couple of rooftop bars – good start to Africa after my silly arrival. Then we left Stone Town to go north of the island where we stayed in a really nice beachside hotel. We all had double four poster beds – living the life.
We spent most of the time lounging on the gorgeous beach with drinks. We had an awesome booze cruise with an African band. We were all jumping into the ocean from the boat, which for me is a big deal because I usually can’t jump off anything but I did! Sounds pathetic but water and I aren’t chummy. But we will be….
You can accept being hungover when a place is as beautiful as Zanzibar. So the next day that is what we did before heading back to Livingstone for some last minute shopping. I picked up some bits and bobs before taking the ferry back to Dar es Salaam where we camped for one night. We had the beach again but it wasn’t as nice as Zanzibar. This was our first night in the tent and it rained so in the middle of the night we had to get out and pull down the latches. I’m totally inept to camping, I cam with a pillow and sheet slip. Woopsie, luckily Marky Mark lent me a blanket otherwise I would have frozen on many occasions. I get ridiculously cold anyway, so I really should have looked into it more. I also didn’t bring a torch. What a wanker.
And thus begins Africa.
Zanzibar – beautiful island.