Neptune Pwani Beach Resort & Spa
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... a coke?' 'Sure! Bit sand will want to come along and go in your mouth?' 'Oh...ok'. Mmm nice relaxing shower... Oh but here's some sand to get in your eye. Secondly the sun was SO sunny that now I'm the colour of an Arsenal shirt...chill out mr sun, we're not going anywhere! No need to burn me into next week in 20 minutes. Finally, and related, sun cream. You probably know that I had intended to put you everywhere ...
... heads shaved as a mark of equality. Like all children everywhere, they're eager to show off, if not through accuracy, then through a combination of volume and substantial conviction. They sing us their alphabet and counting songs and when they're finished, I take a few photos on my phone which they all quickly cram into, in various mock-movie star poses. They're so genuinely thrilled to see themselves on my tiny screen. The whole experience makes me ...
... br> Well, we forgot we were in Tanzania…the motorbike guy who promised to be on time took it very “pole pole” and he appeared at 8.00 instead of 7.00. Then he left without giving us a key from the motorcycle so we had to call him and wait for another 15 minutes. Anyways our breakfast wasn´t ready…in the end we departed at 8.30 :)
We paid USD 20 for renting of the motorbike. Besides we put gas for TZS 22,000. We did the following route:
... poorer for it so started my wanders through the magical town. Of a night the city is alive with light and darkness, the alleyways a buzz with people and shops. Every turn captivates the senses with new smells, sights, sounds and touches. I never did find an ATM and by no means did I find the backpackers paradise of lore. The town has grown with the times since the sultan first opened up trade. Even now its aimed more at the mid range budget traveler then the backpacker. ...
... beach. There was a beach bar with lots of young people, but no lily. Many hookahs were in evidence. Just as we were starting to feel a wee bit panicky, we heard a voice cry out "Clifford and Karen?". It was Rachel, Lily's trip leader who had just come from the reception area where she had gone to alert them of our imminent arrival only to learn we were wandering the beach. She brought us to where ...