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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
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... engineers had said it was fine now. This was not made any more reassuring when it took them three attempts to start the left propeller! The plane wasn't bad and I enjoyed the very short and sweet safety brief compared to the usual long spiel! Once we had taken off the sun was so bright on one side one of the pilots tried to roll a curtain down but the curtain popper was broken so he couldn't hold it up and it kept flapping in his face. I always prefer my pilots to be able to ...
... my seat belt release. I figured I'd rather crash without seeing the ocean or land rising up to meet me.
At Dar, we made it through the redundant, inefficient security checkpoints and were just filling out departure immigration cards when the power went out. it came back on shortly thereafter, but I tell you what, it makes you appreciate North American airports! Now we sleep for the next 36 hours until we get home. Goodnight and goodbye Africa.
Nikki is guiding the crowd
Daniel and Glenn are smoking
Hey there’re no cops around
Hey hey it’s the canyon,
Baboons are running around
Look at their little red bums
There’re pulling door handles down.
Hey hey it’s the hippos
They’re just ...
... old. Did he care that this created a giggling frenzied crowd who were intent on cheering him on to glory? Yes, he probably did as he gave up pretty quickly, ate some lettuce and fell asleep. When we left it was very difficult to find Zoe as she had assimilated the tortoise life with ease. More than once we ended up picking up a particularly loud tortoise thinking it was Zoe. Eventually we got the right one by dangling a magnum almond ice cream in front of ...
I get to the ferry terminal for Zanzibar a full two hours early for my crossing to Stonetown. I have nothing to occupy my time but to wait with my gloriously full bag of gloriously clean stuff. Being the pragmatic woman I am, the first thing I do is pull out my toiletry bag. I sit in the waiting room while mildly interested onlookers watch me pluck my eyebrows, pin back my hair and apply a face of makeup, each powder and paste making me feel progressively more human. Seeing me with ...