Monthly Archives: November 2011


Early Tuesday morning, Richard and I broke the morning sleep to observe a beautiful sunrise over the ocean!


Please enjoy.


The little stretch to make this weekend happen was truly worth while.
The experience of risking your life to and from the airport in the taxi, while endangering motorcyclist and pedestrians alike.
The smell of fresh meat at the market, mixed with fresh out the ocean fish, riddled with porters of various kinds.
The opportunity to enter every shop.
The hundreds of new friends we made with each beach visit. Some by familiar names; Verimark and James Bond. Apparently we been friends for a long time.
The free drinks, constantly. The shush-a late at night, while spotting talent and various body shapes.
The experience of losing holes in heads because of grumpy guy with JohnDeer hat.
Losing Oakleys properly.
Paddling out 2 meters above see for a few kilometers.

What truly made the experience, was going with the boys! The gentlemen.


When traveling on the N1, one would expect to keep to the lanes, one would expect to keep to speed in specific lanes, one would be of road worth condition when traveling at such speed. No for a 3rd world countries like that of Zanzibar. The amount of poverty is quite breath taking and the way in which people go about there business, something out of our world. Lanes do not exist, taxis and busses hoot their way through the scooters. We’ve stopped at one traffic light, and it’s been the only one we have seen the entire trip.

The experience of going into Soweto or Alexandra does not compare to these poverty striken people here. The market we walked through had a meat and fish side, both extravagantly bare, fly riddled while the heat changed it’s freshness.
Constantly being welcomed into one’s shop is an example of how desperate the people are for money. The other possibility is that we look like tourists, white people with camera’s, a dead give away. I’m not too sure how many times the other couple in our group were offered a shop visit. I assume, less than us, as their skin tone was more off white and she wore clothing that covered her head.

Getting through stone town was pretty simple, with the assistance of a guide. Doing it alone, would not have been quite as pleasurable. At one point, the guide mentions to not take photos of people, unless we ask of their permission. He could assist if we needed.

Back at the hotel, sleep swallowed us all, debilitating us for a while. Mosquitos are our new stimulant, next to coffee. They’ll get anybody moving.

Apologies, as the two first paragraphs are typed pre-dibilitating sleep, and the rest post mosquitoes.

Santi, Santi.









If only I practiced my 165 times table…I’ve just paid 20,000.00 shilling to get Internet connection for 3 hours. Let’s not forget that 1650 shilling gives you $1.

Quite an amazing day! You’d assume the service in South Africa is shocking. We pitched up to use a kayak, informing the chap that we’ll be using the device. Boat as some experienced groom to be calls it. Nobody proceeds to issue any forms or tell us what to do, so we unload the boat and take a paddle before we’re called back to sign the sheet. What a spectacular idea though! To be 2meters off the ocean floor for about 2km’s is amazing! The water is warm, but not hot, with the sun, letting you know where you didn’t put cream. Each wave is just sufficient to let you know that you’re still on on water.


The day had slowly caught up to us, as it was already lunch time, some had spent time in the sun, adding to their colour range.

After our torturous loss of Oakley sunglasses, we (the groom) thought it was a good idea to see if we can find them, now that the tide was low and that the water edge was more than 2km’s away. We had the opportunity to walk out there.
Our friends (literally), the beach boys had warned us of some sea urchins, out at yonder breakers. Never the less, they were unhappy we didn’t put their children through school after we departed for the white noise nearing horizon. Each step was more and more amazing as the water never breached knee line for Allan and I, Richard had a bit of a wet pant situation.
Taking for ever the amazing ness of low water levels had lost their heat, quite literally again, and this time we were playing Minesweeper Tanzania style. The sea urchin’s we were warned of, are no myth, nor a lie. They are everywhere! Densely populated in certain areas and space in others.

Steeling the afternoon’s sun, we’d only just reached the sand bank, where the Oakley deposit was presumably made. But at this time, considering the level of the sun and duration to evacuate the scene, we headed back to avoid any scene out in the ocean.

Who’s worried, the ocean current could take us back to Richards bay, we’ll be in time for the wedding with a set of Oakleys. No fuss! Any how. Back for a beer and a dip in the pool.

Unfortunately we spotted a well proportioned young lady. Her boyfriend wearing the JohnDeer hat was the unfortunate part. Each meal time is now entertaining, as his eyes stare holes into our skulls, and our eyes examine her body.
Boys shall be boys I guess!

Thankfully we have inhouse entertainment to the sound of a train or diesel truck or trackter, at least we don’t have to live with him for the rest of our lives.







Free Drinks is something not to be taken lightly. Considering we had 9 drinks yesterday. 7 beers, and 3 cokes yesterday, we took full advantage. Not to mention that the beers are 500ml each, and cokes at a standard 330ml.
Don’t calculate the amount of beer, 3.5 liters isn’t too much for the first day. “It’s just on par.” -Richard.


This photo displays the beach boys and their pestering. We gonna see if we can buy a set of Oakleys back.

The ocean swallowed Allan’s Oakleys after capsizing the kayaks this morning, on our little paddle.


The distance to the waves and where the water breaks is about 2km’s. The only thing you hear out there, is your deep panting from the excessive amount of paddling you had to endure.


Richard having a bit of shut eye while the sun blinds himself.