Back from paradise where it rained today – how dare it?! Actually wasn’t too bad in Paje but there were rather unpleasant floods in Stone Town.
Managed to get back with my rucksack as hand luggage but not without some irritating git making me open everything including my notebook – what was I smuggling – sand?!
Quite glad to be back in Moshi, feels a bit like home so I have no idea what proper home will feel like. On the down side some Germans have moved into the guest house and where are they currently drinking beer and talking loudly? At the bar? Oh no, at the table about 3 feet from my bed – hurrah! Forgot to mention that in Zanzibar where there’s about four sunbeds per person, what did the Germans do? Yes, put their towels out before they went to breakfast – is it a national psychosis? If only the Third Reich had known, they just could have put some beach towels out all over Europe and there would have been no need for any of that silly war business! Apart from the Americans and the English, they are my least favourite holidaying race.
