A week in Zanzibar is just enough to leave me feeling slightly like jello; in a good way. Everything is easy going. No mind that you’ve got competing music from the assortment of bars on the beachside, as the sound of the waves drowns out all. Wishing my internet connection was working, but figure that it is what it is. Akuna matata. (No worries)
It’s just enough time to remind me how essential real vacations are. I know I’m luckier than most, in that my work may seem like a holiday. Yet while it is certainly a never ending adventure, my travels are most often anything but leisurely. On this trip I’m reminded a bit of what it was like to be a backpacker a dozen years ago, but happy to have more of a budget to work with.
Traveling alone means meeting all sorts of people, from all of the world, coming and going from various adventures. Honeymooners from my neighborhood in DC; Swiss dive buddy living in Nairobi; fabulous South African Dive Instructor with a Finnish fiance; a couple of young Canadians doing Capetown to Cairo; a guy from Ashland, Oregon; a young Canadian hedge fund broker working in Kuwait; a seven year old Italian who is destined for Olympic volleyball; and many more.
Now back to work. Next I’ll share my adventures in Somaliland.