After a couple of short trips in the terrifyingly small plane, we arrived in Zanzibar at dusk and drove to Matemwe beach. We were shown to our little beach huts from where we could here the soothing sound of the sea. Different flower arrangements were found on our beds everyday, and we were welcomed by the word “Karibu” (welcome) drawn into sand. This was probably the most common word we heard in Swahili all holiday – everyone is so welcoming. After an amazingly lantern-lit curry buffet night under the stars, we fell asleep beneath our mosquito nets.
The next morning I was excited to see what the beach looked like. This was the view from the hut door – a little gap in the bushes.
I found my brother playing football with the local children from Matemwe village. (He’s in the middle).
Breakfast everyday was delicious tropical juice, fresh fruit, toast, coffee, and a breakfast dish of your choice (usually muesli, nuts, fruit, and yogurt for me).
And then it was time to head to the pool or beach for a cool-off.
On three of the days, we went diving. Some of my family had done some Padi training in London, so we decided to finish off our diving qualification in Zanzibar.
They took us off in our wetsuits on a beautiful wooden boat called Jessica, to dive in the stunning clear waters near Mnemba Island.
The waters around the beach were full of seaweed as the locals farm it there, but the visibility out in the Indian Ocean was amazing. We dived down to 18 metres (something I never thought I’d have the guts to do!) and saw tonnes of colourful coral and tropical fish. After one dive we spotted dolphins and jumped into the water to snorkel with them. They were dipping around us, beneath us, and above us, and it was magical.
I have a few photos of the beautiful Stone Town in Zanzibar which I might have to save for another (last, I promise!) post.