Zanzibar

The scooter coming towards us along the wet sand was almost the twin of the one I keep at home. Mine is a red Vespa PX 200. This was an Indian copy, a Star Deluxe, and dozens of them that day, every colour, crossed the flats in both directions. At low tide the beach at Bwejuu stops being a beach and becomes a road, the widest and [...]

At five in the morning, the choir began, and there was no arguing with it. It was still fully dark. The voices came from right across the alley, mostly women singing gospel, and they cut clean through the quiet and the sound of the sea against the harbour wall. We had been warned about this at check-in and had not really believed it. Now [...]