After our almost two-hour, slightly rough, ride to Zanzibar, we arrived directly in Zanzibar City – our temperature was taken and there was another stamp for the passport. Here at the ferry terminal, there was a flurry of activity and before we knew it, a workaholic porter had grabbed our bags and was taking us to our hotel – for a hefty tip, of course. A hostel employee told us that our online booking had never arrived and so we were taken to the friendly Crown Hotel.

Through narrow alleys, we made our way. It was extremely hot and if you don’t know your way around Zanzibar City, you have a high chance of getting lost – even maps.me and Google Maps didn’t stand a chance here. After a short shower, which was actually superfluous, we looked for an ATM and explored the old town of Stone Town. Quite quickly, we came across a street food market, which probably takes place every day. The drinks and food were really great, but once we weren’t paying attention, we were ripped off by “our” chef James and paid over 100,000 shillings – just under $50 – for our meal. Again, we learned something new. Afterwards we visited the birthplace of Freddie Mercury – but unfortunately, there was nothing to see or photograph.

The next morning, after breakfast – where we met a Swiss and a South African, we organized a cab to the north of the island to Nungwi. There should be some of the beautiful beaches of the island, but also very many Russians and quite a few hotels. With our accommodation we were once again enormously lucky (Minah’s Bungalow) – a huge, clean room, 10 minutes walk to the beach and, located in the west of Nungwi, not so crowded.

The following days we want to summarize only briefly (details on personal request): we met many funny and interesting guys, met Henry again and met every evening for dinner (fantastic, fresh seafood), Mel was diving and Andreas enjoyed the beach and the water. Also, on this island every coconut vendor seemed to be a dealer at the same time and every few minutes we were offered “something special”. The days here were wonderful and at the end Andreas seriously considered just skipping the return flight to Germany.

But at some point, unfortunately, you have to face reality and so, on 19.01.2021, we had to board the plane back to Germany with sad eyes and hearts (even though it took us a long time of discussion before they let us on).

A huge thank you to everyone who accompanied us on our journey and maybe we’ll read each other here again sometime when there’s a new destination and wanderlust strikes again.