Today Zanzibar. This requires the usual early start; we are after the 0800 ferry. Actually there are two ferries involved. The first, minor, one gets us to a point where we walk three-quarters of a mile or so to the second, the main 0930 crossing to the island.
On arrival at Stonetown, a minibus whisks us off to a spice farm. By far the best aspect of this arrangement is the aircon in the bus, as Al is beginning to look like last week's daffs, wilting and far from his chipper self. Probably socially not at his best either. Had I expected hot? Of course. Tis The Dark Continent, after all. Had I expected to run like a tap for hours on end? No. Acclimatisation has to be the way to go. And soon would be good.
We are to stay in beach-side chalet accommodation for a few nights' R&R. The complex has a decent pool and unexpectedly strong wifi, maybe the last for a while.
The group decides to meet up at 1900 and stroll the beach, to search out dining opps. If there is better fare available than the garlic prawns I get for about 8 quid, I should be gobsmacked. Utterly delicious.
I fancy a lie-in tomorrow.
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