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A photo taken from the warm, clear blue/green waters of the Indian. At times we felt like we were swimming in a really big swimming pool.
Bikes are the most popular means of transportation for the villagers who live along the beach.
One evening we went for a walk down the beach and met up with these school girls who were on their way home. They stopped to show us their English lessons, and we practiced some of the words together. Afterwards, we walked, smiled and tried to communicate. It was a wonderful experience.
While in Zanzibar do as the Zanzibarians. This would mean ride on a dhow. We found a guy to take us out for a ride during sunset.
To navigate a dhow, it takes great knowledge and skill. The captain must be able to maintain his balance while adjusting the sail to work with the changing directions of the winds.
The flunky on the back of the tiny boat steers and helps with the sail. We enjoyed our dhow ride immensely.
Dinner was absolutely fabulous. Maria made us chapatti, beans, rice, spinach, fresh octopus, fresh king fish, and a delicious coconut sauce that was out of this world. If you come to Jambiani beach, ask for Maria for the best meal that you will have on the beaches of Zanzibar Island.
But now it is time to leave the Spice Islands and experience the Selous Game Reserve. |
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One
day we rented bikes and traveled down the beach for kilometers and
kilometers. We made a friend named Dowa. He rode with us for quite a
while talking to us about school and his girlfriend. Our ride down the
beach was quite eventful. The villagers yelled out "Jambo"
(Swahili for "hello") and "Ciao" (Italian for
"hello"). Apparently, the largest number of tourists in these
parts are Italian. During our visit to the east coast, we found that the
villagers far outnumbered the tourists. This was a very good thing for us,
but not for the villagers who were not making any money.
One
day we were walking along the beach, and a woman came running out of her
village. She told us that her name was Maria and that she cooks meals at
her home and that she could cook us up a feast for 2000 shillings (a little more
than $2 usd). We thanked her and told her that we would think about
it. Maria remembered this as we walked by later, and she came running back
out. She asked us to come look at her home and then we could decide.
To humor her, Kelly walked up and took a look at Maria's home while Maria's
small son followed holding Kelly's hand the entire way. Her home was very
small, but very charming. Suddenly it hit us that this would be a
wonderful experience. "Of course. We would love to come to your
home for dinner," we told her. When we arrived that evening, Maria and her children were all dressed up and
waiting for us. We felt very special. Here is Kelly with Maria and
her daughter inside of Maria's home.
