Guess Where I Am (Round Two!)

I’m no longer in Rwanda. Can you guess where I am?

In my new location, it would be offensive to take recognizable pictures of people, which means it’s also hard to take pictures of, well, anything, except in more isolated areas. So, before I get to the pictures, I’ll start by saying that I might have taken a picture of the guy who cut open a coconut for us to drink. I might have taken a picture of cars driving on the left, through narrow, sunny streets. I might have taken a picture of a small, beautiful mosque, surrounded by cows that each had a distinctive hump behind its neck.

In this location, I cover my shoulders and upper legs when I’m in public, out of respect. The population is mostly Muslim and many men wear a fez. People keep trying to match Dave up with me or Stephanie, assuming one of us must be his wife; it doesn’t occur to them that we are simply three traveling friends, maybe even with significant others at home. A cheerful man asked me yesterday, when I was wandering around with Dave, “Where are your babies?” Ha!

In this location, it is HOT HOT HOT, but the spot we’ve chosen is deliciously windy. Yesterday I went swimming in water as warm as a bath.

Ready for the pictures?

On  the way to this location, we had a layover in Nairobi, where we were handed raincoats
before walking across the tarmac in the pouring rain. Some travelers at our gate, however, had come prepared.

This lovely light fixture was in our hotel the first night.

And these flowers at our location thereafter.

Moored along the beach…

Requisite shoreline picture…

The women in these pictures…

…are harvesting seaweed. (Click any picture to embiggen.)

Good place to store the tools.

The tides here are extreme. Here’s this tree at low tide…

…and at high.

Sand crabs scuttle past now and then.

When I mentioned offhandedly, to a person native to this place, that
my legs were sore, she asked, “Did you climb the mountain?”

Does it help to play the license plate game again? It’s tricky though, because this time, the letter doesn’t stand for a nation!

Next, let’s get a closer look at that boat….
Did you guess that I’m on the Tanzanian island of Zanzibar?
:o) :o) :o)