Tanzania

September 26th, Kendwa Beach, Zanzibar Island

We left the Masaai Mara early in the morning to head back on the road to Nairobi. On the way we stopped in at a Massai village, which turned out to be a bit 'touristy', but pretty cool nonetheless.

We had planned to bush camp on the way back to nairobi, but instead we powered on through to reach Karen camp, where we had begun our trip three weeks ago.That night our tour leader, Mark left us to head back to Australia for a few weeks, so we had some farewell drinks with him and our new driver Eddie- a South african/Zimbo who's even more chilled out than me!

The next day everyone chose to catch up on life, and we then went out for dinner to a local restaurant for a farewell meal for a couple who have been with us since the start of the tour. Out of nowhere in turned into a massive party with everyone having a great time until the local white Kenyans kicked off with the British Army (Both think they still run the place) and we got caught in the crossfire!

The morning after the night before we said our goodbyes and headed off to Arusha in Northern Tanzania with three new group members. On the first night we stayed at a snake park- campasite and the following morning we took a camel ride tto another Masaai village, which turned out to be very bizarre! Some of the group went off into the Serengeti and Ngorogoro crater, while a few of us stayed and spent the days chilling out in the bar, playing crazy golf, and trying to stop our tents from getting washed away by torrential storms!

We then made the trip down to Dar es salaam, Tanzania's coastal capital, spending a night camped on the beach drinking potent slushies- which caused a sea-sicknesses epidemic on the Zanzibar ferry the next day! The ferry turned out to be an experience in itself, being more like a floating cattle truck than a ferry as we know it!

We arrived in Zanzibar Island's capital, Stone Town late in the day and spent the evening drifting along the seafront fish markets and chatting with the locals. The next day we did the famous 'Spice Tour' visiting a local spice farm and the prisons from where the slave trade began way back in the 15th century.

So now, here i am- sat in a hammock on a white sandy beach where the water is warm and blue and the beers are cold and cheap.

Are you jealous yet?

You should be- it's paradise.