Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
zanzibar, pt. II
Highlight of Zanzibar: the spices! If you didn't catch it from Holly's post last week, Zanzibar was once the "spice capitol of the world." Impressive. Even more impressive--spice tours! Our little farmer, Babu, walked us through gardens and farms and forests all day--until our bodies could sweat no more--and showed us every fruit/spice plant you could imagine. After the tour we were treated to a traditional Zanzibarian lunch which was the best meal I've ever had. Well, one of them.
Then Holly and Babu held hands as they walked off into the sunset. Unfortunately, this special moment was not captured...only in my mind forever.
Friday, February 25, 2011
zanzibar, pt. I
Being in Zanzibar was incredibly surreal. Every couple of hours, we would all silently exchange glances and someone would end up saying, "I mean, where are we?" Um, on and island in the middle of the Indian ocean. Seriously!? Silence or squeals or fits of laughter would follow.
The island is unlike anywhere I have ever been. Somewhere between tropical and arabic and european and indian and african-- a Bohemian paradise.
*btw--picture 1. that's mt. mt kilimanjaro. fo' real.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
to zanzibar!
Did you know that Zanzibar is the spice capital of the world? It is, and we are going there today (!!!) to escape the wrath of Ugandan elections. There probably won't be any wrath... at least we hope not, but you what they say. Better safe than sorry. And, hello... when else in your life do you get to go to Zanzibar?
We're staying at a cottage owned by a young English couple, and we're going on a spice tour. Also, there's a yoga instructor on staff who leads yoga on the beach. I'm sorry, was this island made for me?
Reminds me of...
and,
Hey college friends... want to go back to Charleston and live in Hannah's condo forever? Or Zanzibar?
Monday, February 14, 2011
a very african valentine's day
Today in the office, there was a mysterious smell looming in the air, which I wrote off as the smell of burning trash that's always looming in these parts.
This smell, however, was more like burning flesh.
This tiny little mouse had crawled underneath our accountant Joseph's computer and was scorched alive. Why is there blood? Implosion? Does that happen when you burn alive? Life's mysteries.
Happy Valentines Day, world!
Friday, February 11, 2011
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