little italy

We spent some time on the East coast of Zanzibar, in a wind-swept place called Uroa.
All the locals (and the "Massai") spoke Italian, as most of the tourists coming there are from Italy.

Our hotel was a nice little place, owned by an Italian (of course), who had trained the chef to serve Italian-inspired food such as Risotto, Spaghetti al Frutti di Mare and Prosciutto. It was delish!
The beach was nice, too, and we went for long walks, collecting shells and watching the water come and go.
But the best place was the hammock under the trees by the pool, where I spent hours just reading and taking some naps in between.

living la vida local

after 2 days in Cahuita on the Carribbean coast it felt like I've lived here for years.
people are friendly and interested to get to know you, so each night you end up with new friends as you sip your sun-downer in the evening breeze.


every day Jenny and I ride our bicycles along the coastal road back and forth to the town centre, smiling and waving to the locals, hang out on the porch in our hammocks and enjoy the company of our various neighbours, ranging from the super-chilled sloth on the mango tree to a little rodent and birds stealing sweet fruits from the banana bunch.