Visiting a tradition Zanzibar hotel and hoping the door might be open.
In the streets of Stone Town.
Natural lipstick...
...but I don't think it's my colour.
Cinnamon
Eating fresh cloves. This is Zanzibar's biggest spice export and the darling of the spices. However, farmers are forced to sell it to the government for cheap prices. The government then charges and armload for it and that money rarely gets back to the farmers.
Getting henna on my hands.
They use glue from a plant and charcoal for the colour.
The twin babies of the lady who owned the house wanted to try too.
This is one way to get a coconut. And here I just thought they just shook the tree!
Okay...this was a little touristy but they put such an effort into our purses and crowns we couldn't say no. Oh and our frog necklaces and our cinnamon earrings....
Spices at the spice farm.
That's a big fish.
Another shot of a dalla-dalla on Zanzibar.
Fish market in Dar es Salaam.
Octopus.
Jumbo prawns
Bringing in the fish directly from the sea.
Mmmmm.....
Okay, I'll try it.
Our Last Supper in Dar at the Badminton Institute. We ran into Claire and Rona who had two friends from Australia with them. Oh and tonight the Institute had no rice! In an Indian restaurant. Oh well. Naan was amazing....
At least I had time to catch up my reading. This is going to be a long trip home.
30 hours ain't so bad! We are crossing the bridge back into Rwanda. Behind us is Rusumo Falls. Ah..it's good to be home.
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