And so we set off on the morning of the 14th to Zanzibar town. We got the lift with Coral Rock, which was great, and we got there on time at 11am, which ws even better – we had a half day in Zanzibar town all for ourselves!
And so we set off, touring Zanzibar. I won’t go into the details of it, but I’ll suffice to say that it is like a touristic version of Lamu with nicer doors, more flashy restaurants and more people trying to sell you things. Places we visited were the famous “House of Columns”, but only from the outside, Freddy Mercury’s birthplace ( yes, he was born in Zanzibar and his real name was Farrokh Bulsara) and the lovely gardens by the seafront, where we spent the evening gorging ourselves on seafood at the food market, eating mussel kebabs and octopus legs! Definitely an experience not to miss!
We were, as always, entertained by Francesca, who at one point insisted on painting her own thing at a local painter’s streetside shop. And so she did, and the result wasn’t too bad! It’s good to have a blonde around with you, she’d find her way through anything I can tell you that!
We spent the night at a good hotel, and the following morning we set off by taxi to Zanzibar Airport.
The delay
Zanzibar airport looks like a sort of joke, except that it isn’t. There is no air-conditioning, in terrible humid heat. And when you have a delay, people don’t notify you.
And so it was, that we had a 5 hour flight delay. We were, as usual, all up in arms about it. Here again, Fran proved very useful (we love you Fran!). She quietly persuaded the female manager at the airport that we should be compensated.
A few minutes later, we were sitting in an upstairs air-conditioned lounge, feasting on a free lunch and playing poker with peanuts! X’ma nhobbuhiex!! 
