Oh our last day at Mnemba! How sad!
The night before, Ned went out after dinner to try to get a picture of the stars. The Milky Way was so clear. No light pollution here!
We decided to push back our departure to 9am (it was originally scheduled for 8am and the crew was like,…hells no). Some of us (Jackie and Car) got up early to walk the beach and take one final swim in the Indian Ocean. It was a beautiful morning, clear over the island, but cloudy in the distance.
After packing up, we met at breakfast to enjoy the hospitality of Chris and Rajab one final time. Chris and Marina came by our table and we made sure we got stamps in our dive logs and instagram connections!
Unfortunately, 9am came too quickly and it was time to board our boat back to Zanzibar. Our bags were loaded and we climbed aboard, waving big, two handed goodbyes to our new friends.
Luckily this short trip to Zanzibar was calmer than the first time. We forgot to mention that a few of us (namely Joan and Ned) got soaked on our ride to the island a few days prior. This time, we made it nice and dry. However, when we arrived, it was low tied and we had to walk quite a distance over the sand to our cars. Our boat captains had it the worst because they had the unfortunate job of carrying ALL of our luggage the long way to the car. They were champions.
Our drivers washed the sand off of our feet and dried them with a sarong before we got into our cars. An unnecessary but welcome luxury. While we didn’t want to track sand into their pristine cars, we probably could have washed our own feet!
We piled into our cars and were off to Stonetown. We met Conor at the hotel he and Alejandra had stayed at the night before and then met our guide, Mussa, who would take us around the city.
We took off from the hotel on foot and explored. We saw the site of one of the biggest slave trades in the world and stopped into a Catholic mass, which was wonderful. We saw the fish market and a number of mosques. Zanzibar, originally colonized by Arabs, is predominantly Muslim (90%). Zanzibar and Tanzania joined in the 60s to prevent from further colonization.
While our guide seemed very nice, some of us (Ned and Conor) that he was not please with us. Trying to keep a 3 year old entertained on a multi-hour city visit was not easy and, apparently, Mussa was not too thrilled that we weren’t all keenly listening at every moment!
We stopped for lunch at a roof top restaurant (Ned’s favorite) and then finished up the tour at Freddie Mercury’s house. It’s somehow easy to forget that he was born and raised in Zanzibar.
We piled back into our vehicles and headed to the airport for our flight to Arusha on the mainland. We should have been prepared for chaos given our experience entering the country….
When we got to the airport, everything seemed relatively uneventful. We said goodbye to our drivers and met our greeter, Julius, who would take us through one (of many) security checks. In line, Jackie took a look at the piece of paper which was apparently our ticket, and notice that her name was not listed. Everyone else was on there, including a “Mr. Freight”, which was the extra ticket we bought for our excess luggage.
At the ticket counter, we explained that not every name was on the ticket and there was massive confusion. The gentleman behind the counter was on his cell phone, calling “the manager”, and trying to figure out what to do. Shortly thereafter, “the manager” came out and told us we would have to buy another ticket. We asked if we could just use our freight ticket and he said, “oh no, you cannot buy tickets for freight.” really, dude? We have a paper ticket that says, Mr. Freight, seat 6B on it. OMGGG. Luckily, Car was able to get in touch with Katie, our travel agent from Travel Beyond, who is amazing. She jumped on the scene and reached out to our local agents, Bush and Beyond, to support. Bush and Beyond hopped on the phone with Car and gave her the reservation number. Car provided the number to the airline and they found Jackie’s reservation, kind of like, ohhhh, this passenger?
After the escapades, we all managed to get our boarding passes and went through security where we waited to board the Costal Airline flight to Arusha.
Our pilots were too bad ass chicks with red nail polish. We made it to Arusha in just under two hours.
We met our diver at the airport and made our way to the Legendary Lodge, which was about 15 minutes away. When we arrived, we were greeted by Serafina and Dora, two glorious hosts who told us about the 100 year old farmhouse lodge and showed us to our rooms. It was then we realized that, amidst the chaos at the airport, we left Max’s stroller behind. Dear god, we would need that for the next day and our layover in Amsterdam. Serafina got on the case.
We were shown to our rooms and two of us (Max and Funcle Cuh) took quick baths before meeting for a delicious dinner in the farmhouse.
After dinner, we all went back to our rooms and enjoyed the beautiful fires the staff had build in our fireplaces. It was sad to think this was our last night in Africa. We geared up for a very long few days of travel home….