Asmini Palace Hotel Stone Town

... what? Nice guy.... quit the city and went in house in Tanzania. And a flirt never hurt anyone, harmless at that given I cut him short to get back to the hotel, finally have that shower and call Rasheed for my pick up to the airport....<br><br>Boarding has never been so hard. I could have spent another week having fun with Juditch, Breckers and Patrick....my rucksack still had mileage to go on it, for sure. Zanzibar airport was a bit of a mess when I got a surprse 30USD exit ...

... do so unobtrusively, or passed it up altogether.<br><br>The market was interesting to look at and teeming with life but on the edges it was all food, fruit and vegetables and so we kept walking wandering in the general direction of the parks. At some point we realized we should have hit the gigantic parks though and so we wound off into an interesting looking street of tall old mansions with peeling paint, most looking like they had been ...

... trade that used to take place in Zanzibar until it was abolished in 1876 due in part to the hard work of Dr. Livingstone. We then headed to the spice plantations that Zanzibar is known for. We saw henna trees, cloves, vanilla, pineapples, passionfruit, jack fruit and coconuts. It was interesting to learn about the spices and where they ...

... them about their situation. I took more pictures of their house and surroundings and am working on writing a newspaper article about them. (The Burlington Post has kindly offered a 700 word piece to me in their travel section). I am struggling to put into words everything I've learned about life here, and the situation that HIV/AIDS patients are living in. My mind toils over how to express the pain and suffering that some poeple here are feeling every day. I ...

... to do a little relaxing on the beach. We picked Kendwa beach which turned out to be an excellent choice. With long stretches of white sand and blue bathtub temperature water it was the relaxing time we where looking for. After spending time on the beach and reading our books the first day, we went snorkeling. We only spent two hours and it was like swimming in an aquarium. Latha enjoyed it as well but she decided not to wear her glasses ...

... and sobering time we spent there. My mum and dad really should have stayed at the hotel, it did them no good at all, it completely took all remaining energy out of them walking around in the heat and by the time we got back, they were finished in truth. We all agreed it was time to hit the beach.. The sea was calm, warm, clear and inviting. Mum and dad came in for a bit, but me and John were in there for ages - which is surprising, since John doesn't swim too well and is nervous ...

... short shorts and spaghetti straps when most women are wearing black buibuis that even cover all there face but their eyes. I have a mosque literally right outside my window so I don't need an alarm....I've got one at 5:30 in the AM but I love hearing the calls it really is a unique sound. So I've just been wandering around the village getting lost in mazes of narrow passage ways. Sometimes coming out to the ocean. Speaking lots of ...

... ferry to the mainland. At this time of day the "notorious" stretch of water between Zanzibar and the mainland is quite choppy and once underway people start dropping like flies with Tim and I making $1 bets over who will be next ! Once back on dry land all the sickies were back to normal and we head back into Dar Es Salaam centre to pick up some bits and pieces for the next couple of days driving. Handily in the shopping centre is a casino so Alex ...