I spent a week in a beach bungalow on the island of Zanzibar. Each day I would walk up and down the white sandy shore. I read numerous books and drank cheap cold beer.
Most mornings, I would set my alarm clock, roll out of bed and head down to the shore by the light of my headlamp. The beach was covered in tiny white crabs that scattered when I hit them with my beam of light. After I ensured I was in a crab free zone, I sat on the cool sand and waited for the sunrise spectacle. It never disappointed.
- Tanzania – Zanzibar, Spices, Silk and Slaves July 2013 (pamelafruin.wordpress.com)
- Zanzibar (leshastravelblog.wordpress.com)