Hakuna Matata. Part 6. Not salty slurping. Paje, Michamvi, Pingwe
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Day 5. March 4
The husband woke up sick. Not that sick, but some kind of sluggish. We decided not to go anywhere, just go to the sea after breakfast.
The tide was beginning to ebb. The water was still not completely gone and it was possible to swim. We started looking for sunbeds.
There is such a beach... A wide strip of white sand, but there are no sunbeds at all. But there are many kites and kiters.
In the mornings, at this time of the year, pleasant clouds swirl in Zanzibar. Thanks to this, until 9 am, you can go to the beach without the risk of being roasted in the sun. Well, the wind makes it cooler. But after 9 am, even if the wind, you need to run from shade to shade. And use cream. Burn there - just spit. By the way, we did not burn down)
We walked a little along the beach. Even despite the clouds, it's terribly hot. We asked for sun loungers in two places. In one place 5 dollars, but just a garbage dump around. Elsewhere a little better, but the beds themselves are killed to death. But 10 each) We are not one of those who lie on the beach all day, and even a few hours of lying is a lot for us, so these prices did not please us at all.
We stopped at a cafe, took a lemonade and sat down to stare at the sea. This green is so special! We have never seen such a green color of water anywhere else.
We took turns swimming, but nothing much has changed since yesterday. It was also shallow) Some bathers went far, but the kiters scared me a little, and all the time I remembered the Portuguese Ships that were seen in Zanzibar at that time. And, for some reason, on Kizimkazi, sailing into the open sea, I didn’t think about boats at all.
In general, we bathed, sat, drank lemonade, and were already going home, as the trees rustled. We look - among the branches of the Red Colobus! There are many of them - the whole family. Both big and small, moreover, they are so active, not at all like in the Jozani forest. They cheerfully jumped along the branches of trees, along the canopy over the sunbeds, all the people cheered up and began to take pictures of this family. I also tried, but the monkeys were jumping high and they are almost invisible in the photo. Portrait of a monkey without a monkey)
Suddenly, one monkey sat comfortably on the shed and peed juicy. Vodopadik dripped right on the lounger to one of the vacationers. The people were quite amused. The victim fusses, people rejoice, the dog barks, we sit at the back of this whole fair and smile. Beauty!
And then another monkey perches in the trees directly above us and pointedly raises its tail. We jump up, expecting a trick, and a poop falls on my husband's chair, right on our towel!
- Oooh! Darling, this is for money!
We are still waiting for the arrival))
On this high note, we go to our guesthouse, wash our towels, relax on the terrace, have lunch and think about what else to do.
My husband felt better after dinner.
I was planning to visit The Rock island restaurant, have lunch there or on the beach, but we had already had lunch. And it's far from dinner. And the pool is already tired. And we only have air conditioning in the car)
I propose to go to Michamvi, this is a village on an outgrowth peninsula. There is nothing particularly interesting there, but the geographical position itself, when the coast is visible opposite, was interesting to me.
It is not so easy to get to the beach where hotels are standing all the time. We put a dot in the navigator on some smaller hotel and through it, in pokerface style, we get to the beach.
What can I say about Michamvi? ) There is water. Or just high tide. But no water. It does not have those fantastic colors that we are already accustomed to seeing in Zanzibar. So we learned that not everywhere the color of the water is stunning.
On the contrary, indeed, a narrow strip of land is visible.
Can't you see? So? )
We walked along the beach, there are a lot of people swimming. And maybe they would even swim, it is clear that there is depth there, but I was so thirsty! They began to look for somewhere to sit in a bar, drink tea - nowhere! ) All Oll hotels, they don’t pour anything anywhere for money. We turned back, sat down in “our” hotel, through which we made our way to the beach, on the second floor of the restaurant, ordered iced tea.
Good! Here the second line and the sea is not visible, but not by the same sea.
It just can't be all right in Zanzibar) There must be a fly in the ointment. Ordered. We are sitting. Looking for snakes in the thatched roof.
We've been sitting for half an hour. Tired of sitting. Where is the tea?
They bring…
Coffee with milk.
I drink what they brought, and my husband is indignant. He wants tea. They again leave to prepare tea... After about twenty minutes, this long-suffering tea is brought to him. And literally a minute later a girl comes running and inconsistently explains that we urgently need to remove the car from the gate. The husband was frightened that something had happened to the car, threw down his tea and ran. And I follow him. And the waiter is behind us, we didn’t pay.
In an enchanting company, we jumped out of the gate, and nothing terrible happened there) Just some small bus got a little stuck in the sand and apparently it needed to be pulled, and our car was just in the place where it would be more convenient for the tractor to become . My husband drove the car aside, and I returned to pay off. The waiter wiped sweat from his forehead and said that he had no change. I looked at him very meaningfully and said - look. He found, but became even sadder. That is, he prepared tea for almost an hour, mixed up the order and counted on a generous tip. Here's what you need to know about the service in Zanzibar! )
They just threw time away. It would be better to swim and go further)
Let's go to The Rock restaurant. The husband tells all the way that he no longer wants to eat or drink, but wants to go home. Well, what home? We came here to bathe in the room, or what? I didn’t understand then that he was ill from a cold, I thought he was just tired and lazy.
Please: "Well, let's stop by, it's on the road, just take a look and that's it. "
We drive into the parking lot, it is terribly littered there. You practically park in a landfill. And the restaurant is not cheap at all. And there is security in the parking lot. But the janitor is on vacation.
Let's go to the shore. OOO! It was really worth seeing!
The island is small, green, the restaurant is colorful, beautiful, somewhat similar to Ukrainian huts under a thatched roof.
There are a lot of people, everyone is loaded into a boat and crossed to the island.
We are not. Firstly, in such a close neighborhood I can no longer communicate with people (and even more so my husband, he already began to shun people, and they literally ride each other there). Secondly, we imagined how long we would wait for an order there, if we waited almost an hour for tea in an empty restaurant, and thirdly, my husband was completely unstuck, he wants to go home, sleep.
With one eye, so with one eye.
Already at dusk we get to our guesthouse.
Tomorrow we will move to the northeast coast, just south of the village of Matemwe, to the Miramont Hotel. This is the one where Orel and Reshka once filmed.
Sea view $ 39 with breakfast and a lot of negative reviews on booking. com. I'm incredibly worried)
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