Hakuna Matata. Part 10. Let's be healthy? stone town
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9 days. March 8
Today is a significant day. The day of the PCR tests for coronavirus.
We drive 43 kilometers, to Msgombani, this is next to the Cambridge Charter Academy. A small house is a hospital, or rather, a point where tests are taken. A little further from Stone Town, on the way to the airport. The tests themselves are done on the mainland, this stretches the time, so here you will be asked when you have a flight and the date of taking will be adjusted to the desired one. But we go on the day we need to, 96 hours before departure, because yesterday was Sunday, and even earlier we did not take the risk.
Let's have breakfast as quickly as possible. Breakfasts in Miramonte do not differ in particular variety, as elsewhere in Zanzibar, but they are served quite quickly. And we are already used to the fact that the food is no frills)
I give my husband an omelet, he gives me pancakes. Coffee unlimited)
We arrived without incident. We saw an interesting picture - on the roof of the Dala-Dala minibus, in a basket, a large swordfish.
Someone will have an ear today)
It's interesting how a village turns into a city. Here is another village:
And here is the city)
Only wearing a mask can enter the hospital. I have my own, my husband buys for himself right there. For a long time we are trying to figure out which queue we are in, there are a lot of people, but everyone is busy. Finally, we pay and sign up (copies of passports are needed, but they also do it here). We are assigned numbers, sit down in the garden, wait in line.
The husband keeps away from people, is sad. I search the internet for "what to do if the test is positive". You need to inform the airline to reschedule the flight for 2 weeks, and to the insurance company to decide where to live and how to be treated. I'm jittering. But I'm done, I have 2 insurances for each)
There are a lot of people in the garden, but the queue moves quickly. They call for 10 people, such a crowd we sit for some time in the room. Two or three are brought into the office. The office is large, divided by partitions. A swab is taken from the mouth, in the region of the molars. An amazing place to take a swab. And then my husband told me that they took it from his throat, very deeply. Maybe because he looked sick?
After the procedure, we go to Stone Town to buy a thermometer and medicines. The homework is already over.
And have lunch.
If you are in Stone Town, then you should definitely have lunch in Lukmaan. The interior is simple (even too much), but the food is very tasty. This place is passed by tourists by word of mouth and it is always crowded with people. But impressionable people should not go there. This is not a restaurant. Everything is very democratic.
And the food is delicious and inexpensive.
We first looked at everything in the windows, then we were seated at a table and a smiling waiter came up and gave a menu in pictures.
I took the order, brought everything, everything was delicious. Smiling walks.
He cheated us with the same sweet smile.
I brought the bill, everything is written in a column. Total 10 thousand more. I see it right away, I tell him, they say, what the hell? This is how much it will be!
He: Ok, let's go.
It didn't work, okay.
A little more walk around Stone Town.
I love cities with narrow, old streets.
I once disliked the Italian city of Lecce because of the black walls, graffiti and black youth that seemed threatening to me.
And now, in Stone Town, it does not cause any rejection.
Quite a poor area, but some kind of calm here. Sometimes we see open doors. In empty, dark apartments, without furniture, people slept. We even asked one woman, who was standing on the threshold of the house, whether this is an apartment, whether people live here. She spoke to us kindly.
This is an apartment. Shooting something like this is awkward.
People smile, say hello, hurry about their business.
The city is quite clean, but the gloomy, blackened houses create an atmosphere of slovenliness.
Very interesting doors in Stone Town. New or old, they are a work of art.
Some doors have sharp iron spikes. From elephants. Which are not in Zanzibar) Not denyuzhka.
I love doors in general, but these are just space:
We reach the Cathedral. Very narrow around, difficult to photograph properly.
There are many tourists with guides here.
Many travel agencies, sending their tourists to Zanzibar, strictly punish Stone Town themselves not to walk. Only with a guide! Because it's dangerous. We did not notice any danger either in Stone Town or on different beaches. Good-natured people and Good-natured people who want to sell you something go everywhere.
The only media-reported attack in Zanzibar is related to the second category. Our compatriots in Stone Town were offered a taxi, the taxi driver helped bandits on the way, who robbed and beat them.
Zanzibar is now a relatively safe island from a safe island. It is better not to take a taxi on the streets.
It's getting very hot and the narrow streets are coming to an end.
Maybe I would still go for a walk (I could still go to Prison to the turtles), but I already abused my husband's patience too much. He still has to drive. And the "second wave" takes it apart.
At the entrance to the hotel, a man in uniform stops us. But not like a cop. He looks into my window, says something, I don’t understand, and turns to my husband. He says in Russian: "I don't understand. " I open the translator on my phone, ask the "non-cop" to repeat. He somehow gets embarrassed, apologizes and leaves.
What was that?
- He asked for money for water.
- For what?
- They bring water to this village, collect funds.
- Why didn't you give it?
- It's kind of muddy, don't you see? I was afraid that you would record on the recorder. And the shape is weird. Earns as he can)
We catch up with Dala-Dala in front of the hotel. Usually it is hung with people and trunks, and looks like a traveling circus big top. This one is almost empty.
The people here are not picky. You can also go like this:
We spend the rest of the day according to the old scheme - my husband groans in the room, I lie on the beach. In the end, I got tired and I incite two of our fellow countrymen (they turned out to be those neighbors from whom the maids took the sofa) to take a walk along the beach. When the heat subsides, walking along the beach becomes much more pleasant)
The sunset is modest, but others are rare here. Dawns are here! )
In the evening, the hotel begins to move. Fire up the grill by the pool. They begin to carry tables from the restaurant there. The music turns on.
The pool lights up its show.
We sit on the balcony, watching the holiday. Smartly dressed people dine and dance. The beauty! March 8th! My husband even asks if I want to go there for dinner. No I do not want to. I want to sleep. Somehow it breaks me...
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