Settling In
After touching down in Zanzibar airport, we quickly deplaned and made our way to the main terminal. Being an island and all, we assumed that the airport would be fairly quiet but the fact that the terminal was essentially deserted was a bit strange. Literally, we walked through unmanned immigration gates and picked up our bags without seeing one airport employee (other than the crew that unloaded our bags). As empty as the inside may have been, once we exited the place we were bombarded with taxi drivers looking for our fare. Good to know some things never change. Since we had just roughed it on the mountain, Zanzibar was to be all about relaxing and with that, a little bit of mid-range luxury. As such, we had someone from out hotel, Dhow Palace, waiting there to pick us up.
Zanzibar town is essentially split into Stone Town and non-Stone Town, with the former being the main commercial and tourist area. Driving to our hotel through the narrow streets and amongst the Swahili style buildings, Stone Town reminded us very much of Lamu, Kenya. Except for the fact that cars and bikes, as opposed to donkeys, appeared to be the main source of traffic. Seeing that both Jen and I loved Lamu, we knew we were going to like our time here. At around $100 USD per night, the Dhow Palace was definitely a step up in price for us. But, with the island being such a tourist attraction, budget accommodations were not plentiful (nice ones, anyhow . . .). As we checked into our room, we had very high hopes for the place as the building itself was quite cool. Having certain expectations for what $100 should get us, we were a bit let down when we were shown our room. It’s not that the room wasn’t livable enough, it just wasn’t what we were expecting for our big splurge.
Luckily for us, Tembo, the sister hotel to Dhow was only a couple blocks away. Located on the beach, and with a more welcoming swimming pool, the Tembo was what we were looking for. With some slick bargaining, Jen was able to secure us a room at the same price as the Dhow (she’s much, much better at bargaining than I am). With two moves in two days, we were finally ready to settle in and enjoy our time.
Forodhani Gardens
For me, one of the main attractions of Zanzibar was the Forodhani Gardens, a food market with everything seafood. From fish skewers, to grilled calamari, to crab claws, to lobster, this market was my seafood paradise. Add in some local delicacies like Zanzibar pizzas and tasty samosas and you can see why we ate here for the first few days.
The first time we went to the market, which is pretty much a grid of tables set along the seafront, I felt like a kid in a candy store. The only thing that kept me from buying from the first guy that said “Hello” was Jen, who suggested we check out the scene before settling on a vendor. At first glance, all the tables seemed to be offering similar goods but as we learned, not all seafood is good food. We lucked out the first night and chose a table managed by a super friendly local. While the spread was impressive, it was really his non-aggressive sales tactics that secured our order. With eyes bigger than our stomachs, we proceeded to order 6 fish skewers, 2 lobster skewers, 2 samosas, and two large crab legs. The bill that night; under $20 CAD. You had me at “Hello”.
The next night, with the assumption that the quality of food had been established the night before, we decided to spread our business around. Big mistake! Not only were we very disappointed in our meal but we also committed the ultimate travelers’ sin. We ordered our meal without asking the price beforehand! Eating less than half the amount of food as the previous night, and definitely of worse quality, we ended up spending much more. For the rest of our time there, we never strayed from the first night’s table and accordingly, we were never disappointed again.
Exploring Stone Town
Stone Town is the kind of area where its best to just walk around and explore (ie. get lost). Maps, even when available, are essentially useless as street signs are non-existent. More often than not, we found ourselves wandering small streets completely lost, but that’s pretty much how you end up stumbling upon cool places. One such place, the Zanzibar Coffee house, was a super comfortable little tucked away shop which Jen and I soon memorized the route to. Like most resort towns, Zanzibar is full of souvenir shops and the main strip (if you can call it that) was a dizzying collection of arts and crafts. Once again, through the simple concept of over-saturation, many of the “unique” items that at first sight are very nice, end up appearing very generic and undesirable as you are bombarded with shop after shop selling the exact same items. Nevertheless, Jen and I spent a good couple of days picking up souvenirs and pieces of art for ourselves and folks back home. We figured by the time we get home, the pieces will regain their appeal (fingers crossed).
Diving & Snorkeling
Aside from its seafood and shopping, Zanzibar is known for many other things. Being an island, diving and snorkeling are a main draw. I include snorkeling because even with my open water certification in-hand, I haven’t been too keen to get back under the water. Not exactly sure why, but let’s just say that diving isn’t my bag. We hooked up with One Ocean Diving for a day on the sea where Jen would dive and I would snorkel. Not that I was diving, nor do I have much to compare it to, but I could see from how things were going that Jen and I were definitely spoiled diving in Thailand. In Thailand, everything was well planned out, organized, and easy. Here in Zanzibar, it all seemed a little rushed. In Thailand, you couldn’t get the guides and instructors to shut up; if they weren’t explaining the upcoming dive, then they were simply talking about diving (At the time though, it was a bit much for me . . .). In Zanzibar, sure you got the basic prep talk, but beyond that, not much.
Going into the day, I fully assumed I would be snorkeling alone as I was basically an add-on to a diving excursion. To my surprise, I was joined by an Australian woman and we even had a guide. Not being the most experienced swimmer, the thought of having a guide made me worry that I would have to follow some set out path and that I would be struggling to keep up. Nope. The “guide” was essentially just a third snorkeler and we were pretty much left to do and see whatever we could. After Jen’s two dives, I gathered that while she enjoyed the day, she definitely missed the warm waters of Similan Islands. Her chattering teeth were a dead giveaway.
We ended up meeting some nice people on the boat and seeing that Zanzibar’s a fairly small island, we happily ran into a few them again during our stay. One night at the Foridhani Gardens, we ran into Jean-Phillipe and Jean-Francios, two actuaries from Quebec. (Yes, those are their real names.) These guys were traveling for 6 months and were following our path in a way, only backwards. While they had done Egypt and some other countries beforehand, they were here in East Africa first and then heading to South East Asia. It was nice to be able to talk about Asia once again and we tried to give them some helpful tips. We couldn’t help but laugh a bit listening to them introduce themselves to locals with their francophone accents and so similar names. Challenging communication for your average Tanzanian.
Swahili Food
On one of the few nights that we were able to tear ourselves away from the seafood smorgasbord, we hooked up with Mark, Jen’s diving buddy, who was an American teaching in Dar Es Salem. Being that Mark had visited the island before, we trusted him in choosing a place to eat. Mark lead us to the footsteps of dimly lit house, and we had arrived at Two Tables. If ever there was a place more appropriately named, this was it. This place was exactly that, two tables set up outside a local family’s living room. They offered up authentic Swahili style cooking served family style. Being just the three of us, we ended up sharing a table with an older English couple and their adult son, who was also working in Tanzania. The conversation was interesting, and the food was fabulous. The dishes weren’t anything fancy, just simple and very, very tasty Swahili “comfort” food; soups, donuts, fish, meatballs, etc. expertly sauced and spiced. There were about six courses in all. Of course the night could’ve been a bit better had we remembered to bring some wine.
Spice Tour
In the past, Zanzibar was independent from Tanzania (then Tanganyika) and had a thriving economy based on two industries, the spice trade and the slave trade. While I’m generally opposed to organized tours, we’d heard that the spice tour was not to be missed. So, we joined a tour organized through our hotel. Not to be missed . . . Really?! Don’t get me wrong, it definitely had its moments, such as the part of the tour that actually had to do with spices, but overall, it was very mediocre. The way the tour was sold to us was that it was supposed to show the “ins and outs” of the spice trade. Jen and I were under the impression that this meant learning how the spices were picked, collected, gathered and processed for use. Not the case. While we did see many interesting spices in their natural form, the only aspect of the “process” that we saw was when they led us to a stand selling the finished product. The day turned out to be more of a general introduction to Zanzibar than a spice tour; including a visit to an old bath house, a remote beach, and an underground cave that was used to house slaves illegally after the slave trade was abolished.
Stone Town Tour
Another day, Jen and I decided to do a guided walking tour of the city. While we had done some exploring of the town on our own, we saw so much more with someone who actually knew where they were going. Eventually we made our way to the market area, which is always an interesting sight in any town. Whereas in some markets basically everything you can imagine is under one roof, here the markets were separated by products. The first stop was the chicken market which was basically just a room filled with cramped, caged chickens. Here you had the option of buying the chicken live or having someone butcher it for you. Our guide said everything was fair game in terms of picture taking, but I’m pretty sure the three men out back covered in blood from cutting the heads off chickens didn’t really appreciate their photo op with Jen.
Next up was the fish market. While the stench was not the most appealing, it was cool to see all the types of sea life that were being caught and sold. As our guide explained, the fish market is usually much crazier than what we were seeing. In addition to the numerous stalls, the market has a seafood auction which was not operating. We were in Zanzibar during Ramadan and Eid, the festival celebrating the end of Ramadan. Our guide explained that chicken and not fish, was customary for breaking fast.
The guided walk ended with a tour of the grounds of the old slave market. Much of the evidence of this unfortunate part of the island’s history had been destroyed with the collapse of the slave trade, but there were a few reminders. In the middle of the grounds was a large tree which was used to chain up slaves being displayed for sale. The routine was that when chained to the tree, the slave would be whipped. The less the slave cried or gave indication of pain, the tougher the slave was deemed and therefore commanded a greater price. Inside the main building, we were led to the old slaves’ quarters. Best described as cellars, you could see how the rooms would’ve been an overcrowded, damp, and lacking air. These two rooms, while not in their original state, served as reminders of the horrific living conditions that these individuals endured.
Eid
The last of our time in Zanzibar coincided with Eid, which celebrates the end of Ramadan. When we first arrived on the island, and tried to go for lunch, we were quickly reminded that we were in the midst of the Islamic month of fasting . Because the island is predominantly Muslim, most of the restaurants were closed during the day. As such, our options for places to eat and hangout were somewhat limited during daylight but thankfully there were a few nice places catering to tourists. Talking to locals around town, you could definitely feel the sense of excitement as Ramadan was coming to an end. While we initially thought the celebrations would take place more in homes and would be limited to family members only, we were repeatedly assured that anyone could partake. In reality, it was almost impossible to avoid the chaos.
Asking around, we learned that there were two main areas where people gathered for Eid celebrations. One was the Forodhani Gardens and the other was a field just outside of Stone Town. On one of my all too few runs that I’ve been on since traveling, I happened to locate the field where they were setting up some booths. Booths not unlike what you’d see at the Stampede, where food would be sold and games would be played. But at the same time, these booths were much more, let’s just say . . . rustic. Seeing the dozen or so booths being set up, I figured this to be the second site.
On the first night of Eid, we started out by heading to the Forodhani Gardens to check out the celebrations there and to grab a bite to eat. The place was packed. Whereas during the week we’d had no problem ordering and securing a spot on the one of the public benches, now you could barely even walk. When we did finally secure a seat, we were treated to some great people watching. It was nice to see all the families out and about sharing a meal together. It was also fun to check out what the people were wearing as everyone, from the smallest of babies to the oldest of grandmas and grandpas, were dressed in their best traditional attire.
After dinner, we headed out of Stone Town towards the second site to check out what the scene was like there. While I was almost positive that we weren’t just heading to an empty grass field in the middle of night, I was starting to doubt myself as there was very little foot traffic heading in that direction. And, the road was pitch dark. As we approached though, it became clear we had found the right place. The dozen or so booths that I saw the previous day had multiplied to over a hundred. In both of our minds, we were expecting some sort of traditional celebration or performance. We couldn’t have been more wrong. As we entered the grounds and looked around we both realized that this was a fair; the Zanzibar equivalent to the Stampede grounds, minus the rodeo and of course the booze. In many ways though, this was much more chaotic than any night at the Stampede.
Making up the majority of the grounds were stalls selling food, but as we delved into the crowds of people, we started to see much, much more. Similar to North American fairs, there were games where people could win prizes. However, all that they needed was an empty Fanta bottle and some discarded plastic packaging and they had themselves a ring toss game. Similar to back home, they had photo booths where “professionals” would take your photo in front of different backdrops. The difference is that back home, where getting a family photo with a western backdrop is just for fun, people here are dressed in their very best for this photo because this is their once a year chance to have one done. I was surprised (and excited) to see that they had similar gambling games to back home. At least I thought they did. I was pretty sure all I had to do was place a bet on one of the many symbols on the table and if that same symbol showed up on one of the dice, I would win. Playing what loose change I had and not winning a turn, I decided maybe the only rule was to take the foreigners bet no matter what symbol showed up.
In general, everything was kind of like what you’d expect to see at a fair back home, just much, much more basic. It’s like ordering lobster at a fancy seafood restaurant compared to ordering the lobster sandwich at Subway. The place was fun and chaotic at the same time. It was fun because it was absolutely packed with locals all wanting to have a good time. To be honest, it was also a bit scary because from what I could see, Jen and I made up half of all the tourists at this place.
As we made our way through the maze of people, it was shocking to see how many grease fires they had going on the open grass (for cooking). And it’s not like these fires were in isolated areas, they were right out in the open, on the ground, often bordering the foot traffic. Thank God nobody was drinking. You don’t want any stumbling drunks around that kind of set up.
As we exited the food stalls, we came across a series of fenced off areas. At first glance, we had no idea what was going on. As we scoped them out, we deduced that they were makeshift “clubs”, each playing their own brand of dance music. We could see people going in and out but we were unable to catch a glimpse inside. It was all a bit intimidating but eventually our curiosity got the better of us and we made our way through one of the entrances. The place turned out to be no frills and except for a few lights and speakers, the place was just a field, a fence, and a few hundred people dancing. We joined the party and ended up dancing for awhile (I use the term “dancing” very loosely in describing what I was doing).
Moving On
In total we spent a week in Zanzibar and while it didn’t turn out to be your typical island holiday (we spent a total of 3 hours, maybe, at the beach), we did end up seeing and doing quite a bit. Highlights for me were of course the cheap and tasty seafood, and the Eid celebrations. In terms of Stone Town itself, I think we would have appreciated it more had we not visited Lamu first. Both towns are old Swahili style but that’s pretty much where the comparisons end. Yes, in both towns, street touts are always trying to get your business. The difference was that in Lamu, even after guys knew we weren’t interested in a tour, they were still super nice and friendly. In Zanzibar, most of the guys tried to make us feel guilty for not supporting them, or just got outright angry. To me, it was the people of Lamu that made it such a great place to visit. Don’t get me wrong, we really enjoyed our time on Zanzibar. But if you want to win my heart, and I mean really win my heart, you’ve got to give me a freaking donkey.
It’s almost 3 months that we’ve been in East Africa and it’s kind of sad that we’re leaving. We’ve done some amazing things, things that I’ll never forget. From our very first game drive in the Masai Mara, where we saw elephants, giraffes, and lions, I knew that East Africa was going to be special. To me, it’s the underlying “wildness” of it all that I love. It’s hard to describe. In some ways, East Africa is everything I thought it would be but in many ways, it’s very different. The terrain and the wildlife, while spectacular, were somewhat expected. What surprised me is how the people have treated us. Reading our guide books, it’s as if they’ve gone overboard in painting the picture of how dangerous everything is over here. Of course, we’ve encountered some shady characters but no more than you would anywhere else. Overall, the people here have been warm and friendly to us and we’ve been lucky enough to have met some really genuine individuals. In many cases, it’s the people more so than the location or the activity that have made it enjoyable. Case in point, our trip up Mt. Kilimanjaro. Without our great guides and crew, the trip would’ve been so much less enjoyable.
We’re off to South Africa next, with Pretoria being our first stop. (Luckily, we are traveling by air this time as well.) While I’m excited for some of the western comforts that South Africa has to offer, I am sad to say good-bye to East Africa.
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