So good to be back in Africa. Burning sun, stuffiness, dust. No, that’s not what I’ve missed. But this is how adventure smells like to me.
The airport looks pretty familiar. Similar one I’ve seen already in Gambia. Few desks, no one really checks anything and you get an impression like since 50 years nothing has changed here. However, we pay 50$ for the visa and cross the passport control hoping to find our luggages. Thank God we have them all! There are some interesting advantages of these kind of airports, like for example you can bring with 10 more kg and no one would realise! But from the other hand an extremely dangerous persona might easily sneak in, and… well, probably also no one would realise.
The road to the hotel first lead us trough poor city’s neighbourhoods, then trough beautiful, green jungle. Such an accurate contrast. The sky is perfectly blue, trees bent under the weight of the of mango fruits and passing kids are waving willingly to greet us.
Welcome back, Africa.
Zanzibar becomes famous called an idyllic destination. White sand beaches, turquoise water and rows of palm tress make it look like a perfect postcard picture.
It’s hard to explain how this island really is. You can read thousand books about their culture, passionately watch National Geographic and stare at ocean’s photographs. But the only one way to understand it all is talk to these people, observe the animals in their natural environment and dive in the perfectly clear water. I won’t tell you how it feels when first all day long you spoil yourself in a five star hotel and after that go out on the street and see the poverty and decaying houses. D you know how shocking is that?
Being in Africa completely changes your daily habits and routines. The day starts very early, when the sun comes up. Everyday I am waking up at 6’o clock, I grab my camera and I go to the beach to capture the most beautiful shades of pink, orange and yellow. Morning is also the best time to work. Later it’s too hot and everyone is simply too lazy to do anything. In Africa as you may guess, life goes slow. No one knows what “rush” or “deadline” could even mean. “Hakuna Matata” is a holy word and answer for everything, which means nothing else like “don’t worry about it!”. I can see that this mentality is deep in their roots and if the circumstances are not going to change, they won’t change it neither. However, I find local inhabitants incredibly cheerful and joyful. Even knowing only few words in english, they always try to make a conversation. And if not, they will just great you with a simple “Jambo!” and send you a huge, honest smile.