Wednesday, Nov 9. Before our departure, we visited a cultural center that doubled as a souvenir shop. Lots of metal statues. Bought some chopsticks with animal heads.

Tour and lunch at a resort that doubles as a workshop for disabled people. Took, printed and gave away lots of photos. Skipped lunch.

Small airport. Bought a hat. Small plane (Dash 8).

Quick flight to Zanzibar. A local guide (who talks in a slow, repetitive cadence that I found difficult to follow) greeted us. Hotel in Stone Town, which has no cars, but many motorcycles. 5 minute walk to the hotel. Messy, disorganized streets. Nice hotel, sort of. At least the room has some semblance of AC. Hot and humid, as expected. Good rooftop bar. Excellent margarita. Found a restaurant called Mercury’s, thought they didn’t play Queen music. Wonderful spaghetti.

The city (mostly Islamic) reminds me strongly of Morocco. But unlike there here virtually all women are covered. Salesmen everywhere.