Zanzibar

As soon as the plane nears the coast of the Indian Ocean you begin to feel the energy of the Island of Zanzibar. When you step off the plane your senses instantly drink in the beauty of the warm sun shine, island breeze, sounds of the palms, and the sights of the passing clouds over the blue sky. From the taxi ride from the airport to the hotel in Stone Town it is easy to understand why it is said that the tales of Aldan unfolded right here in Zanzibar. You feel the mystery behind the history of the unique architecture and old mosques and churches. Although there are quite a few cars on the street we need to share the road with carts being pulled by donkeys. Our hotel is hidden down narrow walk-ways that is not wide enough for any motor vehicle. The taxi must park a few blocks away and we walk with our bags through the winding alleys. Our hotel, The Chavada, gives you the feeling that Sultans have been guests. Thick wooden doors with well polished metal studs, giant brass tea pots, wooden chests, finely crafted carpets, and decorative lanterns. At the top of hotel is a restaurant with a stunning view of Stone Town, the Indian Ocean and surrounding islands. We are thrilled with our accommodation. After exploring the joys of Stone Town Maria and I had an early dinner on the beach at Tempo House where we could watch the dhows sail by, then watched the sunset on the Indian Ocean at the roof top bar of our hotel as we sipped exotic cocktails. What a fabulous introduction to Zanzibar.