Tanzanite Beach Resort Nungwi

... way back through the maze of dirty narrow lanes, much to Gabe’s surprise I led the way, confidently making right and left turns as people murmured that they were lost, until we arrived to our hotel only to sit in the hot lobby for half an hour waiting for Joe and Hilda to arrive. Everyone is on their last leg of good will with Joe, but just as annoying is the way Hieni complains about people being late to everyone but the people who are late. And he ...

... us up through the island and north to where we are currently. The spice tour took us to the old slave market, the last in the world to close, and then to a spice farm. We saw vanilla, cinnamon, ginger, lemon grass, coconut, jackfruit, cloves, tumeric among so much else. We had our own coconuts cut from the trees the also sampled some of the produce. I finally got to show people what jackfruit and custard apple are! Some liked it... others not, haha. We then ...

... falls staright on my head... melissa opens her eyes to not see my face but a red sweatpant monster giggling away... got the giggles.... and then 5 mins later the entire bag fell straight onto my head and knocked me out... for at least 10 mins ... kidding!<br><br>So all was going well time wise to catch the last ferry across to Zanzibar when we hit Dar Es salaam traffic! The amount of chaos one broken down bus crated was insane!! When one of the main ...

... for the night, a new resort with white round buildings with Arab style architecture, just as they were taken from the 1001 nights fairytales of Princes Sheherezade, and the full moon rising. I stayed there for several munutes, enjoying the magical scenery, then decided to take another dip in the ocean. In the evening I walked up the village and had delicious dinner in one of the local restaurants - baked fish with coconut and tomato souse. Zanzibar is famous with ...

... ridiculous time of 5:30 to be in taxis by 6. Everyone bar Stu had packed the night before so whilst we just grabbed our bags he raced around trying to find things. Barsby was missing in action and despite numerous people searching the beach and surrounding camp, couldn't be found. As expected our prebooked taxis didn't arrive so we walked out to the road and hailed a mini taxi bus (s250 each - US$1). With some people back at the gate, others with us we were unsure what ...

Well it's been a while, but internet access has been really spotty and very slow since Livingstone. We left there last Wednesday, and had two very long days of driving to get to South Luangwa national park, still in Zambia. In total, we drove probably about 20 hours over the 2 days. The roads also got progressively worse and worse, which made it a pretty exhausting journey. South Luangwa is one of only a few parks that allows night drives, and we arrived early enough on Thursday ...

... not go all the way up. The seats ran around the side and back in a bench. So the view was great. And we stopped all over the place for people to get on and off. It was pretty crazy. Everyone was dressed so colorfully and got on with all kinds of crazy things, from buckets of fish, to bags of potatoes, to planks of wood, to huge jack fruits, and metal poles longer then the dala dala. Some of these things went on the roof and some came inside the truck. Everyone helps ...

... new "resort" we were heading to was in the EAST where we did NOT want to go because of how the beach is affected by the tides - we had done some serious search into this and that is why we had chosen the Baobab bungalows in the "north".... nevertheless we trekked off to the new destination only to find it was completeley ITalian run, owned, no English AT ALL - surly looking locals who sized us up in our "shorts" which is a definite "NO NO" and taboo amongst the local women, they don ...

With reluctance, we left the Blue Oyster Hotel to wait two hours for a daladala, all the while swarmed by an ever-changing crowd of schoolchildren. We eventually gave up and took a comfortable taxi back to Stone Town. The driver stopped a few times on his way, once to pick up his father, who invited us to his home for supper. We reluctantly and politely refused as we all had to move on. Bo and I left the ...

... discussion on Canadian foreign aid policy, which we will use to compile a document in the next month. After 4 days there, we returned to Stone Town for another night before leaving on the early ferry the next morning. We made friends with a man in Stone Town and he put us in touch with the extremely helpful Mr. Ali Baba, who has a restaurant in Dar called the Chef's...something... which was a great ...