TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel International Stone Town
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... spider. It woke me up running across my chest and I, not knowing what it was, grabbed it and threw it off me onto the floor. It was pretty bulky, yet had somehow got under my mosquito net. The spider commotion had woken up Alice who squashed it with her flip flop, it took four attempts as it was so beastie. I was only bitten on the neck, which in the grand scheme of things was lucky because I was sleeping butt naked as it was so hot! The next night we realised how it had got ...
... good he said. See ya. Okie dokey.
I called our friend we met in Dar on Thursday so he was waiting to pick me up. Sweet! I feel like a high roller now. He took me to the hotel I had found online and then made plans to meet in the evening.
Zanzibar Town, or Stone Town as it's known colloquially, is one of a kind. It really is like no other city I've been in. Perhaps cities in Europe would echo the ...
... on the river at sunset
Drank lots of booze and saw an island elephant
Hippos all around
Those warthogs keep coming to the lodge
They keep coming.
Movement 4. Tune – The Lion Sleeps Tonight
In the vehicles, the bumpy vehicles, The Aussies cover ground
We’re in Tarangire, ...
... a lovely restaurant with local music) It was then onto a local bar, where I had a slightly uncomfortable experiences, when a local guy just randomly came up and joined our group and was trying to feel me up. The guys in my group were really supportive and protective and offered me a seat next to them instead. Tomorrow we head further North of the Island for a couple of days of R n R on the ...
... to Zanzibar we were only in there 10 minutes before we were called to our gate. It wasn't for another 2 hours tho so we wisely ignored this advice and had some drinks instead. 2 hours later when we were running to our plane 5 minutes before take off we decided to listen to things that tell you what to do. This is quite the departure from previous protocol. When we landed in Zanzibar I was expecting to be greeted by a smiling Babar ...