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The middle east meets Africa in Stone Town

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After relaxing on the beaches of Zanzibar in the spoiled luxury of Sazani Beach for close to a week we were ready to tackle some real backpacking again. We wanted to sight see the legendary Stone Town, the capital of Zanzibar with a fascinating history, but in order to do that we had to somehow make our way back across the island. Having taken a comfortable but extremely expensive ($50) cab to get to Sazani we wanted to find a cheaper way to get back. However, having all our bags with us, we were not entirely thrilled at the idea of taking the daladala with 30 other people squeezed into the tiny little van. There was also the small matter of getting to the main road to actually catch the daladala in the sweltering heat while carrying all our bags on our backs and not getting jumped. We had heard that there was a shared tourist transport somewhere but as we asked people no one was really able to tell us where and how we were supposed to catch this. After a number of mis-directions and dead-ends we did finally find the Jumbo Brothers shared tourist transport. They charge $10 a person and pick you up at your resort and drop you off at the place you're staying in Stone Town. Yes, it's more expensive than the daladala but it's so much more comfortable!

We had booked a room for $35 per night at Princess Salme Inn, which was an awesome deal since most Stone Town accommodations run close to $100 per night, and the Jumbo Brothers transport dropped us off right in front of the door as advertised. The Inn is actually in behind a couple of buildings very near the port area which, on first impression, looks a bit sketchy. The building itself looks like a giant unpainted concrete slab, however if we were a bit uneasy walking down the tight alley to the front door, the staff inside immediately made us feel welcome and comfortable. Princess Salme is an amazing deal with extremely clean rooms, lovely honest people, and a wonderful roof top that we ended up spending all our evenings on chatting with the other guests.


The next morning we went out to explore Stone Town. The old part of the town is a maze of narrow streets and alleys that is steeped in history and atmosphere. There are ancient wooden doors, hotels that looks like something Aladdin would stay at, old churches and mosques, defense towers, meeting squares, shops where you can buy a magic carpet or a hookah, gardens and all types of street and spice merchants. It's a smorgasbord of cultures and influences with everything from the middle east to Africa being represented in a wonderful fusion. The best way to explore this area is to get lost in the maze and just soak it all in.


We did have one specific destination in mind though as we were weaving our way through the maze. We wanted to visit the Anglican church that stands on what was the last active slave market in the world, a true monument to the islands tragic history. Zanzibars location on the Indian Ocean just off the east coast of Africa meant it was the perfect place for Arab slave traders to setup shop and they did so for hundreds of years. In fact there would probably still be a slave market here if it wasn't for Anglican bishop Edward Steere, Dr. David Livingstone and the support of the British crown. They put their own lives on the line in order to stop the slave trade on the island and Steere is now buried behind the church altar while a cross is fashioned out of the wood of the tree where Livingstone was buried in Zambia. The altar itself is exactly where the slave markets whipping post used to be. This was a post that slaves would get tied to and whipped to illustrate their strength to potential buyers. The idea being that the more whipping the slave can withstand the stronger he or she was and therefore would fetch a higher price. You can imagine this often turned out to be tragic for the weaker slaves. Disgusting.


There is a small slavery museum near the church grounds with a minor entry fee that gets you a guide to show you around. It is really well worth the price. You get to see the cells that slaves used to be held in and learn about the horrific history of this place. It is hard to imagine that people can actually be this cruel to other people.


One of the interesting things that our guide showed us is a spot where, as he says, three different religions meet. Take a look at the picture and see if you can spot all three of the religions.


There is the christian cross, the islamic half-moon and the sign associated with the newest religion, the satellite dish.

After visiting this heavy place we decided to explore the islands less morose history by visiting the Mercury's Bar near the beach. The bar is named after the islands most famous son, Freddy Mercury of the band Queen. It is interesting to sit in a bar dedicated to one of the most famously gay men in recent history on an island where most people would probably stone him to death for being gay. I suppose fame and money trump bigotry and narrow mindedness. Regardless, we had a good time sitting around sipping our drinks and watching the sun go down behind a soccer game that broke out on the beach. It was a fitting end to a long day exploring one of the most fascinating towns in the world.


Posted by dariusz 09:26 Archived in Tanzania Comments (0)

Zanzibar - Last taste of tropical paradise

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When people go on a Tanzania vacation they generally do the following in this specific order:

1) Climb Kilimanjaro
2) Go on a Safari
3) Go relax on the beaches in Zanzibar

The idea is that the hard stuff has to come first and be followed by the relaxing part. We're not like most people. Having just spent a month in crowded cities attending exciting Euro Cup matches and after-parties we were ready to go into chill-out mode. We went to Zanzibar first. It was going to be our last taste of tropical beaches for a while.

The Zanzibar island just off the coast of Tanzania by Dar Es Salaam is a tropical paradise with a long and storied history. Being located on the Indian Ocean between Africa, India and the middle east it has been a melting pot of cultures, food and business for hundreds of years. It is famous for its spices, its beaches and amazing turquoise waters, its history of slave trading, and for having produced Freddy Mercury of the band Queen although he pretty much grew up in England.

We had arranged for a taxi driver to pick us up as we got off the ferry and drive us to our hotel. We could have tried figuring out a cheaper local transportation but we generally try to avoid surprises in the early stages of our stay in a country. As the driver hit the road we were happy we decided to pre-arrange. The driving was unbelievably dangerous with daladalas (small vans), packed to the point where people were sitting on the roof or hanging from rear bumpers, weaving and passing on the narrow two lane highway at very high speeds. There were police patrols every couple of kilometers or so, I assume officially to ensure "safety", but in reality clearly not doing anything to curb the crazy driving. Our taxi was a nice SUV so we soon found out what the police were really there for. The police man pulled us over and started talking to the driver with the conversation going somewhat like this (I assume, since it was in Swahili):

Policeman: "Papers"

Our Driver: Hands papers

Policeman: "I need other papers"

Our Driver: Hands other papers

Policeman: "This paper is out of date"

Our Driver: pointing at signature and date "It's signed and dated, it's valid"

Policeman: "It's not valid, I need other papers"

Our Driver: "Take me to your commander"

Policeman: "No, he is busy, you need other papers"

Our Driver: "He is my friend, take me to your commander"

Policeman: "No, just give me other papers"

Our Driver: "Commander!"

It kept going like this for a good 5 minutes with our driver just saying the word "Commander" and refusing to say anything else. We started getting worried that he was going to get arrested and we'd be stuck in the middle of nowhere with our bags. Finally, the policeman allowed him to go see the Commander, and he was back 2 minutes later with a smile on his face, and we drove away. The policeman was of course looking for a bribe and we were happy that we had a driver that was well connected.

Eventually we turned off the highway and onto an extremely bumpy dirt road which led us to Sazani Beach, our home for the next week. The place is absolutely amazing! Nikki, the Irish manager who cleaned the place up, has done an amazing job turning what was apparently a complete mess into what looks and feels like a proper 5 star resort. The location is impossible to beat, on a cliff overlooking a small private beach with gorgeous turquoise water. Since it's far enough away from Nungwi, the closest town, it doesn't get the same hagglers and "beach boys" harassing you and trying to sell you things, but yet it's close enough so that you can always walk into town if you need something. I think in this case pictures speak louder than words:


We spent most of our days at Sazani alternating between eating very well prepared and delicious lunches and dinners and lounging on the hammocks and on the beach. However, we did decide to head out of Nungwi a couple of times. The town itself is extremely poor (though it apparently is one of the wealthier on the island) with no paved roads, road signs of any kind, or zoning or planning. This means it is very easy to get lost in the haphazard labyrinth of dirt streets and identical clay box-like homes. It's the locals make it a pleasure to walk around since they are always friendly and ready to help you if you do get lost. You will hear "Jambo" (hello in Swahili) on every corner and if you return the greeting you will be rewarded by smiles. The kids are especially excited to see and interact with foreigners as most tourists don't venture into town and stay exclusively on the beaches. We never felt in any way threatened though we did take a taxi back at night since, there being no electricity or street lights, we would have never found our way through the labyrinth.


We also made it to a little town called Kendwa one day which is another 30 minutes walk on the beach from Nungwi. The way to get from one place to the other is to walk on the beach during low tide. Unfortunately, we never made it far enough in time and got cut off by the water. We then had a choice. We either turn-around and go back, or we cut across one of the swanky Italian resorts. Why Italian? No idea, apparently Italians love Zanzibar. We saw a Masai warrior guarding the entrance to the resort and Kristine started getting all flustered. The way to get access to any exclusive place is to act as if you belong there. You must sell it and then they will not ask any questions for fear of offending a client. However, with Kristine being all shifty eyed, I knew this was not going to fly. I decided on another approach, instead of pretending we were guests, I just asked if we could use the washroom while Kristine hid behind me afraid of being turned away. I knew it wouldn't be a problem because we looked like we were tourists from a nearby resort. Sure enough they let us through, and after using the washroom, we just kept on going through the resort grounds to their main gate.

I asked the guards which way to go to get to Kendwa and they told us to follow the dirt road that ran behind the big resorts. It was clear tourists around here do not actually walk around as we were the only people walking on this road. The road turned left and after a while we were in the bush, surrounded by trees and shrubs, with the only man-made thing being something that looked like an under-construction resort. We tried cutting over the construction site but the security lady politely pointed us out and back onto the road. Eventually the road ended at an old metal gate just past the construction site. It looked like it was not locked so I tried to see if I could open it. As I started shaking the gate a guard appeared out of nowhere. He asked us what we wanted and I told him that we just wanted to get to Kendwa. He looked at me, looked at Kristine, looked at the plastic bag I was carrying. Thought for a moment, and then opened the gate and pointed us towards a trail. It was our old buddy Sam that told us to carry around a plastic bag instead of a backpack, because in Africa a backpack is a dead give away that you are carrying something valuable. We were a bit worried but we hurried down the path and soon we saw the beach appear behind a hill. We had made it to Kendwa!


Kendwa is a gorgeous beach but all the restaurants and places there are extremely overpriced. To make matters worse there are tons of hagglers and "beach boys", some of them quite nasty, trying to push all kinds of gear and services on you. It's a great place for rich young South Americans to go party but otherwise I wouldn't really recommend it. There are other places on Zanzibar with a much better vibe.

To summarize we had a great time enjoying the beaches of Zanzibar. The people of the island are very friendly as long as you respect them and their culture. It is a Muslim island so it's very important to cover up when you walk through towns especially if you are female. However, when on the beach, any reasonable beach ware is fine. You will have a great time if you decide to visit, especially if you stay at Sazani!


Posted by dariusz 17:17 Archived in Tanzania Comments (0)

Welcome to Africa!

Getting back into the backpacking mode

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This article has to begin with where we were before we got to Africa. We spent a nice comfortable month (June) in Poland with my mom taking care of us in her own apartment. We got to drop our backpacks and live out of a closet for the first time in months. With Poland being a relatively safe country we finally got to dress in something other than backpacker gear and carry around our jewelry, wallets and cell phones without worry. My mom took pleasure in preparing wonderful home cooked Polish meals for us and we took an even greater pleasure in eating them. After spending the previous 6 months on the road, often in places with less than stellar safety records, and fending for ourselves, this was just what the doctor ordered.

Throughout the month though we started getting fat and lazy. The idea of strapping on our backpacks and going into yet another country where we don't know the culture or the language was not as appealing as it had been at the start of the trip. The thought of having to deal with touts, rip-off artists, third world traffic congestion and safety issues was making us cringe. In other words we have become soft and were now considering spending the last month of our trip taking trains around Poland. We had to snap out of it! Thankfully the signs all started pointing in the right direction when we found a great deal on a return flight to Dar Es Salaam in Tanzania. This combined with the idea of going back home from our "World" trip without visiting Africa was enough to push us over the edge. We decided to leave our comfortable little enclave and get back out there.

We started of by looking for accommodations in Dar Es Salaam on the regular hostel web sites but quickly realized this would be futile. The places that were listed were mostly hotels and they were extremely overpriced. It seemed this was going to be a bit like India and Nepal where booking ahead was usually a bad idea. However, given that we were flying in over night and would likely be too exhausted to look for accommodations we decided to book one place called Uplands Centre that seemed to be alright for a decent price. It was near the university so how bad could it possibly be? More on that later.

We landed at the airport in Dar early in the morning and right away we had our first cultural experience. We needed to get on-arrival visas which were not exactly cheap at 50 USD each. We filled out the forms and there were windows with government officials where we assumed we should line up to get those visas like we would anywhere else in the world. The surprising thing was that even though there were 7 or 8 windows only one of them appeared staffed despite the fact that there were at least 20 people behind the glass. We approached the window but the lady there quickly pointed to a guy on the other side of the room holding a stack of applications, passports and.... stacks of cash. Apparently we were supposed to give our passports, $100 in CASH and the applications to this guy.

We had no choice and we saw other people doing the same thing so we somewhat reluctantly followed the directions. Once the guy had collected what seemed to him to be the appropriate sized passport/cash/application stack he approached the window we tried approaching earlier and gave the entire stack to the girl behind it. There was no way as far as we could tell to determine which dollar notes belonged to which passports or which application so we obviously started worrying about what would happen if the count was off. The process behind the windows was very difficult to follow as it appeared only 3 of the people were actually doing anything, while the rest of the 20 were just looking over their shoulders. We stood there waiting and stressed out since we didn't have another $100 with us, and if our money got "accidentally" misplaced, we wouldn't have enough money to enter the country. There were no ATM machines around. The good news is soon enough both our names got called. We approached the window one by one, got our visas and passports and even a hand written receipt for our $100, and proceeded to enter Tanzania.

We used the usual negotiating tactics to get a slightly lower price on our drive into town to our accommodations. I hate having to get taxi's at the airport since you are more or less a captive consumer. The only chance you have is to get the taxi drivers to start bidding against each other but even that can only go so far when they size you up as a foreigner.

As we were passing through the city we were relieved to see that even though it was definitely the third world it was relatively maintained and clean. However as we entered the University grounds we quickly noticed it wasn't exactly what we thought. There was no campus in the western sense to be seen but rather sporadically spread out classroom buildings. We saw absolutely no foot traffic and nothing that looked like living quarters. We started getting even more uneasy as the driver kept on going and exited the University grounds on the other side entering what appeared to be a run down village. Then we saw the rusted over sign that Uplands Centre was just to the right, down this dirt road with giant pot holes that clearly wasn't meant for Taxi traffic.

We arrived at Uplands and quickly two things became apparent. The center/hostel/hotel was not finished and it has been in this half-finished state for at least a decade. Sure there was a couple of guys at the top banging their screw drivers against the bare metal beams and pretending to work but it was clear it was a show created on our account. The rooms were thankfully in the finished section of the building, which I think was once meant to be a conference center of some sort, but they were already falling apart. The door frames were badly bent and even cracked making the whole place look like it was sinking. There were TV's, sinks, western toilets and showers in the rooms but there was one minor problem with all this. There was absolutely no electricity and no running water.

We thought we're only staying for one night and after all the chances of the building collapsing exactly today are pretty slim. We don't really need electricity or TV so we decided to ask about the water. The girl that checked us in said "Oh, no water in your room? OK, she will bring water." pointing at what appeared to be the housekeeping girl. The housekeeping girl grabbed a broken plastic bucket and headed for the village well. We felt horrible and offered to help but she refused and put the water on top of her head walking it to our room.

We needed to pick up our tickets for our ferry ride the next morning so we asked how much a taxi ride to the port area would be. It turned out we were so far our of town that it would cost $20 and take over an hour each way. This was the last straw. We figured we could probably find something in the port area for $30 per night (we were supposed to be paying Uplands $35) and save money overall but also be closer to our departure point tomorrow. We asked for the check-in girl to call us a taxi to the port area without telling her why. We then appeared with all our bags and she knew what it was all about. She made a half-hearted attempt at getting us to stay or at least to pay the $35 for the night but to her credit she was very friendly throughout and did not push this.

Thankfully we had our trusty Tanzania guide book with us and we quickly found some recommended hostels in the port area that were all nearby each other. It was important to find an area with a number of them so that we could easily go from one to the other if they were full or asking unreasonable rates. We asked the taxi driver to take us to Jumbo Inn and he started talking about how it's a good place and he recommends it. Having been to other countries where taxi drivers take commissions we already knew what was coming so we were not surprised when he got out of the car with us. We told him that we didn't need any help and that if we didn't like Jumbo Inn we would just walk somewhere else but he persisted in acting as if he recommended it and brought us to the hostel. In the end we were too tired to play games and Jumbo Inn looked great so we just booked. I am not sure whether he got a commission or not but I did see him in a heated argument with the front desk lady a bit later. I think she read our expressions and knew very well this guy did not get her the customers.

All-in all everything worked out well and we got a good place to stay and picked up our tickets for the ferry to Zanzibar the next morning. There is nothing like a little adventure to get you back to backpacking mode. Welcome back to the third world Derek and Kristine!

Posted by dariusz 13:15 Archived in Tanzania Comments (0)

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