Heading for Zanzibar

Got up pretty early. Had to leave camp and catch ferry across Dar port to catch a small bus to other ferry site where we would get on the slightly larger boat to Stone Town, Zanzibar. Based on the experience yesterday it would be another annoying commute in Dar.
The morning however started with a slightly new feature: Rain. It would be an exaggeration to call it a rain shower but something wet came from the sky this morning. But it didn't really matter. We would spent most of the morning getting to the boat and to Stonetown.
Everything went smooth this morning so we had almost a full hour before the boat for Zanzibar left to explore Dar. We chose to find a place where we could get a cup of coffee and some hard cash.
The boat left on time - more or less and headed full speed out the harbour. The Indian ocean gave us a nice choppy ride with some fairly big waves coming from the east so it was a bumpy ride.
We made it to Stone Town around 1 pm and had to go through immigrations even though Zanzibar is part of the republic of Tanzania. But it seems that some liberation movement is taking shape. Why contribute to the others on the mainland if you have a booming tourist industry yourself.
Got picked up by local guide and was taken to the Hotel in Stone Town for the night. There was a nice introduction to Zanzibar and the possibility to do a tour of the town with a guide. We chose to do our own little walk not caring about whether we would see all the sights and sounds on the list. Found a nice place for a late lunch right at the edge of the water and walked through the narrow alleys and streets of Stone Town.
Did a little bit of surfing the internet - it turned out that Zanzibar had the best internet connections since Swakopmund some weeks back in Namibia, so we got updated on news, weather and a few emails from home.
At 5 we made our way to the beach to watch the sun set and have a few drinks just enjoying our own company. No truck, none of the usual guys around us. Just a few other tourists and the locals. What a nce change.
In the water just in front of our bar were two big ships - old ro-ro boat designed to be sailed onto the beach for supplying remote islands. Sitting there enjoying the last rays of sunshine in the afternoon we also looked at the endless line of hardworking men and boys who were running to and from the ships loading them with all sort of items. Mostly big and heavy bales of something, fridges, freezers, tv-sets, furniture and everything imaginable. And they were in a hurry since they had to be ready when high tide was there. So for two hours we looked at them running back and forth in the sand.
Just when the ferry closed the ramp and backed out a handful of the guest from our bar got picked up in their private dinghy by a man in white uniform and were taken to their private yacht moored in the bay. Of all contrasts in the world in was probably one of top 3 ones in our life. Men working as hard as they could for hours, probably for a handful of dollars, us sitting there with our 5 dollar beers and then a group of people living in a different universe of private yachts, designers brands and more money to spend than most people will make in a lifetime.
Walked back to the hotel and headed for bed.