(No internet last night, so I’m a day behind.)
Our day in Zanzibar started with a drive to a
spice plantation about half an hour out of Stonetown. Many fruits and spices are grown on
plantations around the island, and Erin’s rafiki of yesterday, Abdul, had
arranged for us to have a tour and lunch at one of them. (Yes, they actually DO use the word rafiki,
which makes me giggle every time I hear it, much to the annoyance of everyone,
I am sure.)
