island ZANZIBAR/ ZANZIBAR cudovitih barv

Our journey has taken us after an amazing month in Moshi, back to Rwanda and not south as we planned. As we are traveling in a way, go with a flow, and we try not to limit ourselves with planning, places we want to see and dates, we head it back to Rwanda where we already were a month ago. It was somehow emotional to leave our ‘home’ in Moshi and our friends, but it was definitely a time to leave, there’s still a long way in front of us….this time we went back to Kigali with a car, with our friend Steve who is a taxi driver. We went on a long journey of approximately 800 km through parts where was no proper road, only sandy and dusty parts, driving through vast country of Tanzania…we went slowly, slowly…it became already dark and police officers stopped us and told us that we should not drive during the night, because it’s dangerous, and that we should rather sleep at that place. So we did…another day we were again driving all day long, we stopped just to have lunch and again the night was here, we needed to sleep over again…neverending journey…on our way we stopped to fix a tire..not once, but three times, hahaha…on the 3rd day we saw a dead body on the street due to car accident and another dead woman lying in the water of Rusumo falls…we were standing on the bridge above Rusumo river and looking down where the body of a woman was stucked between huge rocks, already bloated with water…it was all just too creepy for us and we started to ask ourselves if it was a right decision to go back to Rwanda…but then finally we arrived back to capital of Rwanda, Kigali…Why did we decide to go back and not forth as planned?..well, it is a very long story and very interesting, it felt like we are all in a movie…this story should be written separately, in a book…We were suppose to meet our chinese friend there, but he got arrested on that specific afternoon. As he didn’t have any friends there, just two slovenian girls who understood him somehow, we decided to stay there longer than 2 days to help him. That’s how we visited him few times a day, brought him food, clothes, were in touch with his family, got him a lawyer that he refused coz he wanted to defend himself…To help him we went first to british embassy and later to chinese one…and eventually to president’s office, ahhaha…we were really close to meet Paul Kagame, a president of Rwanda…after a week came his brother and sister from Hong Kong and got him out…This amazing story was at times crazily funny, at times sad, so sad…at times adventurous, at times too much to handle…as I said, a book should be written about that man…why was he arrested? He was walking through the streets of Kigali barefoot and without a shirt..as Kigali is a developed city and people ‘wear’ themselves nicely, they all pretend to be something that they are not, walking around like this isn’t appropriate….and beside that he was drumming loudly in the church garden, provoking a bishop and saying that religion is brainwashing people’s minds, that they are all liars…saying that in the middle of Africa, Rwanda, where most of the nation is Christian, is very provoking…we were not surprised that he was locked in….this man is very different from most of the people, he has very strong beliefs and he defends them on every step..his personality is very strong and he is not afraid of anything, he doesn’t care about rules, laws, frames of society…he knew that he was innocent and shouldn’t be locked in, that’s why he was not afraid to talk to policemen and the chief officers in a very powerful and provoking way…In  prison he got his time every day for martial arts outside in front of the prison, there was an audience of people watching him (policemen and people who passed the prison and stopped to see this man), thinking that this man might be very dangerous as he knows kung fu…in general African people are afraid of Chinese men…and our friend went that far that after we brought him a radio he threw a party in prison, hahaha….this man give every person that he meets a lot to think about, he brings out all of your weaknesses and you are forced to face your own self…and this might hurt a lot, not many people is prepared to face themselves, all the things that may be hidden in you, that you don’t even recognize, come out on the surface….very interesting man, but more about this story another time, in detail..

After that intense part of our trip we went back to Tanzania…all the way from Rwanda through all the country to far off Dar Es Salaam. We spent another two days driving on a bus. On the first part of the way, to Kahama, we were escorted with a policeman in civil armed with a gun…this is normal when driving through Tanzania, its just for security as these parts are dangerous..Finally we arrived to Dar Es Salaam, a major city of Tanzania and its capital. This Haven of Peace was developed by a sultan Sayyid Majid in 19th century, with its huge port and trading centre, which was later a seat of german colonial government. When you walk through the city you can feel its amazing atmosphere, there are many historic buildings, a mixture of Arabic, African and Indian influences. People here are from all over the world, you can see faces which are mixture of Indian, Arabic, Chinese, African roots…lots of people wearing muslim clothes, women covered, men wearing long white dresses and hats, then african women wearing colourful kangas, Indians in their colourful blinky long dresses…oriental scent on every corner…definitely a place to visit!

In such a big city with many shops I finally found a camera worth to buy,…so after quite some time, I was happy owner of a new camera..it was time to start taking picures again, juhuu! So many places I’ve missed that will be remembered only in my head….After few days spent in a chaotic, colourful city full of motion, we decided to relax a bit on beautiful island Zanzibar. We took a ferry and after funny conversations with people on board we landed on this attractive island. First step we did was in a historic Stone Town, a city with labyrinth of narrow streets, beautiful beaches (turquoise sea and white powdery sand, aiaiaaaaii!), fascinating architecture and a diversity of people…between 12th and 15th century Zanzibar was a big place for exporting slaves, gold and wood and also importing spices. After that it was owned by Portuguese and later by Omani Arabs, Sultan of Oman, whose buildings are still present in Stone Town nowadays. In 19th century Zanzibar became independent, but still Omani sultans ruled under a British protectorate.

Stone Town somehow bewitched us with its charm and warm atmosphere…we just took our cameras and went to explore the labyrinth of streets…sometimes we just sat in little squares among old buildings and observed people, the diversity of colours, religions and languages….interesting faces passing by, people pushing a wheel of fruits, kids driving their bicycles..and also people driving through these very thin streets on motorbikes…when you walk through town you pass many colourful shops, selling textile from asia, local spices, seafood as dry fish and octopus, groundnuts..street cats which are walking around to find some food…dogs playing with each other….people who sleep on the stairs of old buildings, men waiting in front of mosques for their daily prayer…you can also buy arts and crafts there, eat fresh fruits from stands beside the street (lots of lichi, oranges and watermelon)…there is also a mini square surrounded by very old buildings where people meet every day to share a cup of coffee and play chess…each part of town is so alive, all the five senses can just absorb everything that comes by…beautiful colours everywhere, different smells along the walk through town, you can taste seafood from barbacue every evening from stands of different kinds of food beside the sea, you can hear the music, different ones from each corner..when you pass churches you can hear beautiful singing of the choir, at the same time you can hear a singer from the mosque who is calling people to pray…everything so mixed and so rich in diversity…this place is definitely heaven for a photographer’s eye…we just couldn’t stop taking pictures….so many colours, so many beautiful details…

Here is a lot of muslim people, women are mostly covered..you can see only their eyes..many of them look quite attractive..as they developed how to tell everything with their eyes…hands of many married women are beautifully painted with red henna. This one is extracted from certain plants, but they also use a black one, which is attained chemically and it is called peacock. Of course me and Simona had to paint some parts of our body with it…and we were surprised by reaction of men in Zanzibar…they were interacting with us, asking if we are getting married, that we look gorgeous, hahaa…they were more interested in us as usual, they just love when woman is painted like that…of course we didn’t know that before, so we were quite surprised by their lovely respond, but soon all the nice words has ended..not that we are not absolutely gorgeous, hahaa..but henna was washed down in 2 weeks…

We really wanted to explore the whole island of Zanzibar, that’s why we rented a car and went on a two day trip around the island…huaaaa, this was a great feeling, to be free, transport independent, with a great music in our car and heading for new adventures…At first we needed to think a little bit as here people are driving on the left side and the roads on the island are quite crowded with people..along the island we could see people sitting beside the road, or better on the road, selling fruits…children running up and down, crossing the street, many people walking beside the road, many driving bicycles…but we got used to it..first we went on a spice farm, that was a harmony for our senses…coffee, tea leaves, limes, cinnemon, pepper, chilli, eucalyptus, ylang ylang, vanilla and many many more…after this spice experience we went all the way to the north, to Nungwe..we wanted to spend few hours on the beach, just lying and doing nothing..but we didn’t succeed, becouse there was again many things to explore..we just cant be on one placefor a longer time, hahaha…it became already dark when we were still driving around, it felt safe, that’s why we went from north all the way to southern part….as we didn’t know where to sleep, we just drove in a fenced lodge, owned by a japan woman…there were two masai on the gate who work as a security and we nicely asked them if we can just park inside the gate and sleep in the car..and they started to laugh..they were amazed how come that two white women want to sleep in the car??…first they said that they need to ask the owner, but later came a receptionist called Yuma, a very kind guy and he said we will not tell the owner anything, we will just keep quiet…we were happy to stay there in a safe place…and Yuma was so kind to us he brought us a dinner, served in a car…what more could you possibly imagine?…haa??….we were blessed with great people around us..they were taking good care of us….we slept just few hours when one of the maasai woke us up early in the morning and asked us if we want to see the sunrise….of course!, we jumped up, brushed our teeth beside the car and runned to the shore…the Sun was starting to come out of the sea :)…what a heavenly beginning of the day…maasai and Yuma left and we stayed there alone…in the middle of Africa, on an amazing island, at 5 in the morning..staring at the sun to wake everybody up…I cherish moments like this, they are so precious…we took many pictures there..jumping in the air, hugging the Sun, smiling to the Sun…and finally we put on our bathing suits and went swimming….uaaaaaa, what a morning!..all the people still sleeping, such a silence..only me, Simona and the Sun…I love this planet, I love this life!

It was time to move again to another part of island and go slowly back to Stone Town…police stopped us few times….it is forbidden to take pictures of police officers in east Africa (for other parts we don’t know), but when they stopped us, simona started to make them busy with a funny conversation and I was secretly filming this lovely conversations, hahaha…I was pretending to play with camera and as he was busy to ask simona stupid questions, there was no problems….again the same story as many times before…where are our husbands, are we single, would we marry them and be their second wife and silly stuff like that …the purpose of filming was to record their  behaviour, its really a huge difference if you compare it to policemen at home where they ask you to show your driving licence and that’s about it..

We came back in Stone Town and as we are very curious and we mingle a lot with local people, we found an orphanage which is in a big old historic house above the main street in town…it looks attractive because of its architecture value but when we went inside there were around 50 kids without parents running around in old clothes, barefoot, caughing…the orphanage is governmental and it is located in the middle of touristic center where hundreds and hundreds of tourists walk by every day, they spend enormous amounts of money on expensive dinners, tourist shops with souvenirs and noone knows that there are kids living their every day life in that dark building…tourism brings a lot of money on a daily basis in a governmental pocket, but they just don’t help enough to  these children to live a better life..they have the basics of course, but I am sure they could be treated much better…when we stepped in and started to look for a manager, women there were somehow afraid of us and didn’t want to talk much about their orphanage, later in the office of a manager he explained that government gives money for food, clothes and school fees…true, only for the basics…but the conditions they live in could be much better…the reality of Zanzibar is not just neverending beaches with turquoise water and sandy beaches like in the prospects, but in the same spot also people who have actually nothing…We brought some food for kids and we took few photos secretly as they said its forbidden (don’t know why??…) and when we were with few kids on the balcony and me and Simona were each holding one kid, tourist downstairs were looking up to us and waving…and we were thinking : ‘ooh, if only you would know’…

In Stone Town we met few very interesting people, some of them were participating on a movie festival which was happening at that time..from musicians to movie directors….We met also Pilo, a 55 year old local guy who is helping tourist with their trips along the island..he is very simple, very kind, sincere and really funny..we spent together few afternoons and he was telling us funny stories, he was always a great company…on our surprise many people here knew where is Slovenia, even more Yugoslavia…because many men were working on ships at that time, so they know about Dubrovnik, Split, Rijeka…

I enjoyed a lot an afternoon spent in a music academy in town…the bulding has 2 floors, most of the classes are on top of the building, some in the open space, some in small colourful rooms..you can learn African dance there, play drums, violin…from each room you could hear the sound of different instrument,..aaaahhh, lovely sounds in a very lovely place…they were all inviting us to go in and to listen to their music..we stopped in a room where older man was waiting for his students to join him in a drumming lesson…we stayed in for about half an hour and listened to those guys..they have such a sense of rhythm…I got goosse bumps, the beating of few drums in a room just woke me up! Amazing!

Our time on Zanzibar was coming to an end..in the evening we took a ferry back to Dar Es Salaam and although the trip takes 3 hours we were not suppose to leave the ferry before 6 a.m., so we all slept on the ferry till morning…back in Dar we were walking through the streets, having fun talking with people, making them laugh, we joked around with taxi drivers, street sellers and many others…one day we were walking along the street where we lived and beside the road was a closet with a round mirror on top…just standing there…maybe waiting for a bus, hahaha…we started to joke around and take pictures of ourselves in that mirror beside the crowded road…and soon one lady started to shout at us and many people gathered around us….we didn’t know what we did wrong…finally the owner of that closet came with his serious face and said that we must pay him money for taking pictures of his closet…this was so funny we burst into loud laughter,,,hahaha….sooo African…then we started to joke with him..we told him to put a price on for taking pictures of his closet, that he can make a real business out of it..and that if we knew before that we need to pay for taking picture of his closet, we would pay, but now …and guy was looking at us, thinking, huu, this guyzz may be right,..and he nodded with his head and said that he should really put a price on the closet, that there are many people who would love to take picture of his lovely closet, ahahhaaa…..we just couldn’t believe how these African believe us everything we say….we took one picture of us together in the mirror, people were laughing and we went away with huge smile on our face, hahahaa….

Part of our trip spent in Tanzania was coming to an end, so from Dar Es Salaam we took a bus all the way to Malawi, one of the poorest countries in the world.

Till next time, stay close and we invite you to leave your lovely comment on our blog

Have fun,

eva

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…namesto naprej, greva nazaj, po poti od kjer sva prisle…nazaj v Ruando, Kigali ha ha ha brez heca, toda pot oz. obcutki naju vodijo in kako ne, da ne bi jim sledili!? Slovo od Moshija je bilo nekako custveno, pritekle so solze, kot da bi se poslavljali od doma…voznja do Kigalija je bila zelo drugacna kot tiste, ki sva jih bili vajeni do zdaj. Tokrat ne z busom ampak z avtom. Prijatelj taksist se je nama ponudil, da naju zapelje vse do Kigalija, ter da mu placava stroske hrane in bencina… in smo sli na pot…trikrat menjali gumo, se vozili po prasni in luknjasti cesti, sredi ceste videli mrtvo povozeno truplo cloveka, nato se enkrat na meji med Tanzanijo in Ruando truplo zenske, v Rusumo slapovih…kar prevec za en dan!!! In zakaj nazaj in ne naprej? Dolga zgodba in zraven se zelo zanimiva, za napisati knjigo. Prijatelj iz Kitajske je v tem casu zabredel v tezave ter pristal na policiji, kjer so ga zaprli. In tako sva mu midve priskocili na pomoc, ter vsak dan viseli na policiji, mu nosili hrano, obleko itd. Pomoc iskali na angleski ambasadi, nato na kitajski in nazadnje se v predsednikovi pisarni ha ha, skoraj nama je ratalo srecati predsednika Ruande, Paul Kghame-ja. Po tednu dni je koncno priletela iz Hong Konga njegova sestra in ga spravila ven. Storije, ki so se godile so bile kot iz kaksne komedije. Fant je zelo drugacen od vecine, sledi svojemu pogledu na svet ter zelo rad provucira ljudi, nikogar se ne boji in mu ni mar za okvire druzbe, pravila, zakone itd… da je hodil bos in brez zgornje majice po ulicah Kigalija, bobnal na ves glas na boben sredi cerkvenega vrta, govoril s skofom in ga provuciral, da je vera nic, brez pomena itd… in to sredi Afrike, Ruande, ni cudno da je pristal v zaporu! Toda, ker ni imel nikogar, nobenega prijatelja, znanca, ki bi mu priskocil na pomoc, imel pa je le dve Slovenki, ki sta ga na nek  nacin razumeli, nisva mogli, da ne bi ostali in pomagali. Bilo je veliko smeha in tudi tezkih trenutkov, zgodba je tako polna in doziveta, da res morava nekega dne napisati knjigo…

In nato koncno naprej… nazaj v Tanzanijo, naprej proti najinemu cilju, Dar Es Salamu, glavnemu mestu Tanzanije. Voznja je bila zopet kar naporna, cele dva dneva preziveta na busu. Od Ruandske meje do prvega vecjega mesta Kahame so nas spremljali policisti v civilu oborozeni s puskami. Zdaj sva tega ze navajeni, tako da ni bilo panike in strahu kaj se dogaja. Gre le za varnost oseb, ki se vozijo cez ta predel. Dar Es Salam naju je ze v prvi sekundi prevzel z drugacno atmosfero. Pridih orienta je bilo cutiti po ulicah mesta. Na vsakem koraku so se dvigali minoreti od mosej, ter zenske so nosile rute, nekatere le cez glavo, druge tudi cez obraz. Z Evo sva si vzeli cas in precesali vse trgovine s fotoaparati, da si Eva koncno kupi novi fotoaparat in koncno zacne fotkat! Toliko trenutkov ni bilo ujetih z njenim ocesom in bi bilo zelo skoda, da zamudi se ostale. Tako sva koncno nasli solidno, ki bo nekako nadomestila prejsno. Ulice mesta so zelo zive, polne ljudi in tudi avtomobilov. Popoldne ali ob vikendih ratajo pravi prometni zamaski, avtomobilske hupe odmevajo po mestu in ljudje preckajo cesto vse povprek… pravi kaos…da si odahneva od vsega tega hrupa, ter od napornih dni prezivetih v Ruandi, se odlociva, da si privosciva nekaj dni na Zanzibarju… zopet se skusava v barantanju za najcenejso karto za trajekt, uporabiva zopet vse care in na koncu placava tako kot ostali, toda na karto nama napisejo VIP, ki naj bi nama omogocal dostop do vseh prostorov in tudi posebnega za vip goste ha ha z Evo se zacneva krohotat, zdaj poznava Afriske trike in tudi tale je ena velika nategavscina. Kako naj ima nacenejsa ladja, s katero potuje vecina potnikov in lokalnih ljudi, se VIP prostore in nevem se kaksen luksuz…ce pa je ravno pred pol ure omenil, da se lahko gibava po celi ladji brez omejitev in nikjer ni omenil vip… voznja z ladjo je trajala cca tri ure, na njej je bilo nabito polno potnikov, vecina lokalnih ljudi, ki so sli nazaj domov oz. delat biznis na otok. In ze ko smo se blizali obali je k nama pristopil fant, ki je ponujal poceni prenocisce. To sva  pricakovali, da bo tu veliko ljudi, ki naju bodo hoteli peljati do hotelov, prevoza itd.. Prijazni masaj, ki je sedel zraven Eve, je nama namignil, da fant ni vreden zaupanja in tako sva se ga prijazno znebili. Masaj pa naju je  pospremil z ladje do varnega taksija. Bil je zopet kot angelcek varuh, ki je poskrbel za naju, da sva varno in brez raziskovanja in obotavljanja nasli pot do hostla.

Stone town glavno mesto Zanzibarja je drugacno od drugih mest, ki sva jih videli v Tanzaniji. Tu so stavbe, se iz casa sultana in so prav mamljive za fotografsko oko. In z Evo sva si dali duska in fotkali detajle, ki so se kazali na vsakem vogalu. Vsedli sva se na stopnice med labirintske ulice Stone towna in opazovali mimoidoce ter ves vrvez. Trgovinice dajejo se poseben car tem ozkim ulicam, med katerimi se lahko prav hitro izgubis. Razlicni spominki iz lesa, sali, pisane kange, obleke, nakit je tako vabljiv, da si ne mores, da se ne bi ustavil in ogledal vso to barvitost. Zenske so vecinoma pokrite, nekaterim se vidijo le oci, drugi deli telesa so pokriti s svilnato tancico. Po tradiciji si zenske, ki se mozijo oz. tudi porocene zenske, poslikavajo telo s Henno. Rdeco barvo, ki jo dobijo iz posebne rastline. Crni barvi recejo peak cock, ki pa je umetnega izvora in jo tudi uporabljajo pri slikanju. Tudi midve z Evo sva si dali poslikati telo in nato po ulicah bile veckrat ogovorjene s strani moskih z razlicnimi opazkami, kot npr. Ce sva porocene ali ce se zeliva porociti itd… za moski spol so te poslikave zelo vabljive in tega nisva vedeli prej. Ze s pogledi in namigi sva takoj zakapirali kam ciljao ha ha ocitno jih te poslikave zelo privlacijo na nasprotnem spolu in jim mesajo glavo ha ha ha

Zanzibar sva si ogledali z avtomobilom ter ga precesali od severa do juga. Najin namen ni bil polezavati na plazi in se sonciti, hoteli sva spoznati lokalne ljudi ter z njimi navezati stik ter deliti zanimive zgodbe. In ne boste verjeli v celem tednu nama ni uspelo dobro okusiti morsko vodo!!! Vecina pride na Zanzibar, da se naplava, sonci, midve pa da…??? Ha ha… cas je dragocen in ga ne zeliva zapravljati na plazi, tako da sva na poti srecali zanimive ljudi s katerimi smo delili dobre ideje. Ustavili so naju tudi policisti s katerimi sva se prav zabavali. Prvic jih je prepovedano slikati ali snemati, toda z Evo sva si drznili in jih na skrivaj posneli, ter slikali v stranskem ogledalu. Snemanje je bilo z namenom, saj sva hoteli zabeleziti njihovo obnasanje. Policaji niso taki kot pri nas, da te naprej vprasajo za voznisko dovoljenje, tu te vprasajo od kod si, kako ti je ime in naslednje ze ali si porocena ali samska ha ha…

Obiskali sva tudi kraj, kjer pridelujejo Zanzibarske zacimbe ter jih v zivo vonjali in okusali. Ti okusi in vonji so cisto drugacni kot pa tisti, ki jih lahko kupis v trgovini. Ze prej mi je bil cimet zelo vsec, toda sedaj sem se vanj zaljubila. Od zdaj naprej me Eva klice Cinnemon - Cimet. Ha ha Pocasi naju je ujela noc in voziva po cisti temi…po temnih cestah srecujeva mimoidoce, ki naju zelijo ustaviti. Veckrat pozabiva da sva v Afriki in na vse tiste slabe stereotipe o tej dezeli in se prav prijetno pocutiva kot doma. Tako, da nisva delali panike in sva pogumno vozile naprej do najinega juznega cilja. Pozvnonili na vrata hotela in vprasali nocnega cuvaja, masaja, ce lahko spiva v avtu znotraj ograje. Ha ha ha so se smejali, dve beliki in da bosta spali v avtu, jim ni bilo prav nic jasno. Poklicejo se receptorja, katerega po krajsem pogovoru le prepricava, da res lahko prenociva noc v avtomobilu. Nato dobiva se vecerjo, postrezeno v avtomobilu… ja noro, kaj  naj recem..vse je tako enostavno…da se z Evo le smejiva… Zgodaj zjutraj, se pred soncnim vzhodom, naju masaj zbudi in pospremi na plazo, da bova lahko opazovali cudovito vzhajanje sonca…. bilo je res cudovito in tu sva si vzeli minutko, da okusiva slanost morja, ter zaplavali proti soncnemu vzhodu, novemu dnevu naproti..

Ker sva vedno zelo radovedni in radi raziskujeva, sva tudi tu prisli do zanimive zgodbe, ki se odvija le par metrov nad tlemi, nad razkosnimi restavracijami, kjer turisti uzivajo v razlicnih okusih, se zabavajo, ter zatiskajo oci pred resnico. Od zunaj lepa bela stavba mamljiva za fotografsko oko in v njej sirotisnica, gruce malih otrok, brez starsev, ki dnevno prezivljajo cas znotraj temne stavbe. Razmere tu so sicer boljse kot v kaksni drugi sirotisnici, ki sva jih obiskali do sedaj, toda vseeno, ti otroci si tega ne zasluzijo. Se posebno ne na Zanzibarju, kjer je letno veliko turistov, ki na otoku pustijo ogromno denarja. Ti otroci si zasluzijo dobro in ljubece zivljenje. Obiskali sva jih ter jim prinesli cel kup vreck polnih pomaranc in banan. V sirotisnici nisva smelii slikati, zato sva nekatere fotke posneli na skrivaj. Sirotisnica je v lasti drzave in karkoli bi zeleli tu prispevati oz. delati bi morali preko zakonov, zopet papirnata vojna! Zaposleni so delovali nekako zadrzano in s strahom pristopili do naju. Ce si zamislim koliko turistov letno obisce ta cudoviti otok in koliko bi lahko drzava s tem prispevala za boljse zivljenje teh otrok, me grabi jeza ker lastna drzava ne poskrbi za lastne ljudi tako kot bi morala! Kdaj bo svet zacel delovati za vse in ne le zase!?

Zanzibar nama je prirasel k srcu ne samo zaradi lepih pescenih plaz, ki jih sploh se dobro nisva spoznali, ampak zaradi prijaznih ljudi. PILO je moz star okrog 55 let, ki po otoku lovi turiste, ter vabi na razlicne izlete, ter s tem zasluzi provizijo od vsakega pridobljenega turista. Tudi nama je sledil in midve se ga nisva kar tako otresli, mozak nama je bil zelo zanimiv, ter sva zato z njim preziveli popoldneve, ob pogovorih o njegovem zivljenju in razlicnih dogodivscinah. Skupaj smo sli na kosilo, katerega je bil zelo vesel, kupili sva mu ribe za njegovo druzino ter zvecer pohajali po stojnicah ter probavali razlcne okuse Zanzibarja. Bil je zelo prijazen ter nama je razkazal Stone Town, bil je srcni vodic. Ce se boste kdaj odpravili na ta otok, samo povprasajte po Pilu, vsi ga poznajo in z veseljem vam bo pomagal s kaksno informacijo.

Na Zanzibar sva prispeli v casu filmskega festivala, kot naroceno ha ha in tako imeli sreco in spozanli nekaj avtorjev, ki so sodelovali na tem festivalu. Johanna iz Amerike pa je bila tu, da naslednje leto sodeluje s svojim filmom. Z zanimanjem je poslusala najino zgodbo, kako sva se spoznali, zakaj sva odsli v Afriko, in kaj si zeliva v prihodnosti… tudi ona je bila zanimiva za najina usesa in skupaj smo delili zgodbo. Verjetno sva ji bili tako zelo zanimivi, da je nama celo ponudila vlogo v njenem filmu, ki bo sneman na Zanzibarju ali Ameriki in predvajan na tem festivalu. Ja cisto noro, ce se to zgodi, bova z Evo posali se filmski zvezdi ha ha ha

In presenetljivo, da tu vecina ve kje je Slovenija, se posebno Jugoslavija. Poznajo zgodovino in poznajo mesta ter Jadransko morje, saj so tam v svoji mladosti preziveli veliko casa. V tistem casu je veliko Africanov odslo delat na ladje in veliko od njih je prepotovalo svet. Nekateri so ta cas dobro izkoristili in prisparali za starost, ter sedaj uzivaj svoj pokoj in tudi omogocili svojim otrokom boljse zivljenje in dobro izobrazbo. Nekateri pa tega niso dobro unovcili in sedaj delajo na ulicah, prodajajo razlicne spominke, obleke, sadje, zacimbe ter zivjo z dneva v dan itd… Z njimi sva se hecali in jim pravili, da so verjetno imeli v vsakem pristaniscu kaksno ljubico ha ha znali so odgovoriti na to vprasanje zelo politicno, da za to ni bilo casa, saj so morali vecino casa delati, za zabavo ga je bilo bolj malo. Vendar sva vseeno spoznali enega mornarja, ki je priznal, da ima otroka s Hrvatico in da zivi v Rjeki. Svojega sina je videl ko je bil star 3 leta, zdaj pa je ze odrasel Zelel bi ga videti se enkrat, toda nima poguma, da bi ga poiskal, pisal itd.. Zelel mi je dati naslov in da ga obiscem ob priliki, toda verjetno ze ni bilo dano, da se to zgodi, saj ga naslednji dan nisva imeli casa se enkrat obiskati, bil je cas za odhod na ladjo.

In nazaj v Dar Es Salam, kjer sva  preziveli smejalni dan. Po sprehajanju po ulici se z Evo zapiciva v omaro z ogledalom. Obema je bila vsec in tako sva jo zaceli fotografirat. Nakar pristopi gospa ter zacne nekaj kricati, nato se zacne nabirati gruca ljudji. Dobiva obcutek kot da sva dva kriminalca!! Kaj sva storili narobe? Pristopi gospod in pravi, da je lastnik te omare in da morava placati za fotofrafijo. Aha placati, ker sva slikali tole ogledalo!! Z Evo se krohotava in gospoda cisto zmedeva. Seveda imas prav, mu receva, s tem bi lahko zelo sluzil, veliko turistov bi ti placalo za tole, da bi lahko fotkali ogledalo, samo moras dat ceno gor. Zelo resno naju gleda in poslusa in prikima, da imava prav ha ha Toda zdaj ne bova placali, saj nisva vedeli, ni bilo napisane cene… in res ga prepricava, ter se se celo skupaj slikamo v ogledalu ha ha ha… veliko smeha, da kar vcasih ne moreva verjet v kaj vse lahko prepricava naivne Africane!!

In ze je cas za pot naprej. Kupili sva si vozovnico do Mbeye, juga Tanzanije, ter se drugo jutro odpravili na dolgo 12 urno voznjo skozi cudovito Tanzanijo. Pot je bila zopet dolga in vcasih naporna, zaradi tiscanja na wc. Tu ni tako kot pri nas, da bus ustavi na kaksni postaji, kjer imajo wc-je, tu ustavi sredi polja in vsi ljudje poskacejo z busa in gredo lulat. Vsi skupaj stojijo, nekateri klecijo (zelo smesno za videt, toda verjetno zato, da se ne polulajo po hlacah ha ha), zenske pocepnejo in lulajo. Nikomur ni nerodno, to je cisto naravno. Midve z Evo se se vedno nisva cisto navadili in zato raje tisciva in greva na wc, kjer je boljsa priloznost, da se skrijeva za kak grm, vogal ha ha ha Toda vcasih se pac ne da in morava to poceti kot vsi ostali :)

Pocasi zapuscava Tanzanijo in z vso radovednostjo greva v eno izmed najbolj revnih drzav sveta, Malawi. Ne zamudite naslednjega branja. Malawi je drzava, kjer sem zivela moje prejsnje zivljenje

Velik objem.
Cinnemon