Blue Oyster Hotel
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Vanmorgen hebben we een city tour door Stone Town gehad met gids, het was wel interessant.
We zijn door hele nauwe straatjes gegaan echt de oude stad door, we zijn in een soort hal geweest waar ze van vis tot vlees en nog meer andere zaken verkochten, jammer genoeg geen knijpers het stonk daar verschikkelijk.
We zijn ook …
... we had been looking for no longer existed. We finally decided to go to the Zanzest Resort down in Jambiani, a bit further down the beach than Paje.
Zanzest Resort was owned and operated by a young Italian couple and their Mamas were guests while we were there. The food was excellent and the service was good and the price was right. It was quaint and quiet, but the beach was not the best. At low tide it was somewhat rocky and at high ...
... should really hurt! They say in this way they teach them that time is money! And that preschool time looks like army or something. When we took Margo to school to see how it looks she was surprised but who wouldn't.. Every day they sing anthem, answer to question hard to them, repeat sentences that school's head wants and they have to act like in army. When they go to classes they have to scream " 1, 2, 3 we are police". I wish I could tell you how it feels to see that ...
... it might be a little sketchy but wound up being perfect.
We spent two nights at the lodge that was right on the beach. Each morning I awoke to great sunrises, breakfasts with fresh juice (an avocado/lime blend was my favorite), watched the tide head out and come back, hike around and swim.
We also became friends with a group of three American’s (Karah, ...
... successfully got us into a part of the city we could not match to the map. Bingo! Lost and happy, we sank into the maze. We scrambled around scaffolding, we peeked down alleys, we popped in and out of anonymous courtyards. We looked up at the sky for landmark minarets and sniffed for the smell of the sea. We stumbled across a wee woodcarving workshop and bought something. Put check marks ...