pace of life

So i had a plan to go to zanzibar for maybe a week as it sounded like a pretty intersting place, but i had met a few tavvellers on the train from zambia and they wher all heading to zanzibar, the first port of call was stone town the tradional entry point to the spice island and imeadiately the pace of life slowed right down. any way it turned out the was a music festival there for the shirazi new year which was only a few days away, so we hung around there eating sea food (i dont even like sa food) and chilling, taking in the atmosphere, i did a spice tour and went to a rain forest where i came very close to a unique species of colobus monkeys so close in fact that one of them ran accross my feet, they were very interested in my miroed shades and kept sareing right at me. any way finally a week latter kate clayton and myself decide to head to the beach, at kendwa which is the main reason the blog has paused for a bit. you see my life over the last week has consisted of sitting on the beach diving reading amazing sun sets and cocktails. and i had no time for computers. i had hired a moped with the intention of seeing some more of the island but after the initial journey i dcided i may kill myself so went back to sitting on the beach, i never though it could be so tricky to ride a vespa, but at one stage i did almost drive it off of the road.

any way all good things come to an end and my self and kate are trying to sort out a flight to Eatheopia which highlighted one of te weird things about africa, despite the touts on the strets desperatly trying to get 10 pence outo you when you go and try and spend more money the people don't seem to care, a number of times we got oh we will be too expensive or there is a better travel agent around the corner, it seems that travel agents in tanzania dont sell flights eventually we found a flight with eathiopian airlines that kat coul take via addis and then back to the states great we thought but then they don't take credit cards and they wanted her to walk around with a sugnificant chunk of americain dollars (not locall currency) along the streets of dar. it was'nt so bad for me as i only have to get a return. But still what with travel agents that don't sell flights and beurux de changs that don't take dollors or euros say tuned to find out if i acctually make it out of this place..