Darajani Market, Stone Town

We both woke up sneezing and with streaming noses. I suppose we’ve done well to get this far through the trip without getting sick. We went for breakfast. Mark’s ankle was a bit better, but still very swollen, so he decided to rest it a bit more, and I went off to do my walking tour on my own.

The meeting point was the Lukkman restaurant, not far from our hotel. I had to be there at 9.20am. My guide, Nassor, was waiting for me, and we were soon joined by Stacey, an American lady working as a nurse in Ethiopia for Medecins sans Frontiers. She was the only other person who had booked the tour, but she had mentioned it to a German guy, Julius, who she had met the previous evening. He turned up just as we were about to set off. He brought two Israeli guys with him, so we were five in total.

Our first stop was the site of Zanzibar’s slave market, where an Anglican church now stands. We didn’t go in, but Nassor explained about the history of the place, and I made a mental note to return later in the day to explore further.

From there, we visited the Darajani market, the biggest daily market in Zanzibar, where the locals shop for fish, meat, fruit, vegetables, and spices. It was an assault on the senses with so much fresh produce on sale. I bought some ground coffee and some fresh vanilla pods. Fortunately, everyone in the group was as interested in the stalls as we were, so we spent quite a bit of time there.Читать далее