This past weekend I took the ferry over to Zanzibar to explore Stonetown. Originally our plan was to check out some DJ’s from France but the venue and time changed so we just caught the end of the show. It was a fascinating mix of local musicians and singers mixed with sampled in French beats.
The rest of the weekend was spent getting lost in Stonetown – a wonderful place to wander and explore narrow, cobbled alleys. Seeped in history and Islamic influence the tall stone buildings rose up tall on all sides and gently guided us past shops, ornate doors and playing children. Our ancient hotel had an incredible covered rooftop where we could take in the sights and sounds and smells.
The alleys and streets are too narrow for cars to travel through the interior and I enjoyed lying in bed in the evening and listening to the sounds of daily life echoed up through my window. I often had the feeling it would be an interesting place to disappear for a while.
The rest of the weekend was spent getting lost in Stonetown – a wonderful place to wander and explore narrow, cobbled alleys. Seeped in history and Islamic influence the tall stone buildings rose up tall on all sides and gently guided us past shops, ornate doors and playing children. Our ancient hotel had an incredible covered rooftop where we could take in the sights and sounds and smells.
The alleys and streets are too narrow for cars to travel through the interior and I enjoyed lying in bed in the evening and listening to the sounds of daily life echoed up through my window. I often had the feeling it would be an interesting place to disappear for a while.
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