After a week landlocked in the Selous, we hopped a flight out of Dar Es Salaam over to Zanzibar. The company we booked a flight through had a little trouble deciphering my name and instead of getting “Kelly Lane” on my ticket they came up with “Kruy Lank.” Close! Luckily security was a little lax, so my boarding pass and my passport didn’t have to match.
The whole of Zanzibar seems to operate off of the fishing industry, and every day the horizon was dotted with men and women out knee deep in the water catching fish the whole day through. One afternoon I took a walk out through the coral reef (luckily I brought water shoes!) for a couple hours and covered a couple miles, I’m sure. We had a peaceful stay at Ras Nungwe and I think I wasted the majority of it in that hammock reading What is the What.