Rented a spectacular house on the west coast of Zanzibar for our first few nights, an amazing setting to acclimate, soak in the sun and surrounding beauty. Although a little tired, when the sun started to break through my shutters which opened onto the beach I couldn't remain in bed any longer. Took a peaceful stroll as the sky entertained and realized we were in THE house on the beach. Poor villages on both sides of our property were much more common in this fishing village and we become increasingly aware of our white, ex-pat status as the days unfolded.
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