Zanzibar

We started the morning at the hotel in Dar es Salaam.  After another interesting car ride down a street filled with the biggest potholes I've ever seen, we were on the way to the ferry station to buy our tickets to cross to Zanzibar.   We made a quick trip to a "mall" where they have a Subway (unheard of treat for Erin the last four months) and then we waited for the ferry.

The crush to enter the ferry was a claustrophobic experience I'm not eager to repeat again.  Everyone in the place (there were hundreds) all got up and converged on this tiny "gate" area where people went through one at a time.  The little child in front of us was nearly squashed in the press of people as they all surged towards the gate.  It was a little unnerving, but then we were through the gate, and entered the ferry.

It was a rolling, but lovely ride over to the island of Zanzibar.  The island itself was beautiful from the approach, the buildings rising out of the horizon.