Let's start at the very beginning

It's a very good place to start. So I'm in Zanzibar. I never even intended to come here but hey ho. Remember David, the motorbike guy? Well he's one of those people that knows everybody-handy but makes even the shortest walk take forever with all the stopping to talk. Well amongst all these people is a dhow captain (small wooden cargo ship availaible with or without moto, white bulging sail optional) who was leaving for Zanzibar next morning so a rapid change of plans occured and here I am. Had I taken the established and more conventional route it would have mean a very slow, expensive and thoughrougly souless ferry from Dar Es Salaam. Instead I borded I wooden motorboat at 6am and spent the 4 hour journey sat on a bag of charcoal and being rained on. Much more interesting anyway. David also knows everybody in Zanzibar so we've got discounted rooms too. And Zanzibar Town has a Barclays so everythings coming up rather rosy. Last night we went to the big gardens by the old fort and had lobster (very cultured and hote cuisiney-note my fantastic franglaise tom-though not really as served with ketchup and chips!) and prawns which I'm really starting to like. Stone Town the main city is amazing with its mix of Arabic, Indian and European cultures and architectures. I never planned to come here but I'm so glad I did, it's truley amazing. Today we're just going to walk aroung town and take it all in, do some window shopping and possibly some actual shopping too. And inevitable meet up with a ton more people. I can't change my plans anymore because I don't really have one, I'm making it all up as I go along now. Still want to go to Lushoto, where surprise surprise David's family live. His father is the pastor of an anglican church but used to be the boss of the guy who served us our fish last night. The worldbelieve it or not is actually really really tiny. So maybe I'll go there from here next week the resume what's left of my pseudoplan. On a bus the other day I met an American volunteer who lives in southern Tanzania, I have her number and she's said to give her a call if I'm passing through on my way to Malawi and she'll take me to her village and show me around. Yes I'm being cautious, yes I'm listening to the voices in my head (sometimes it's my concience though more often than not it's just telling me to burn stuff) but I'm also having a great time meeting new people and having fun on a beautiful island so it's all good. Need to go get my passport stamped because I'm not officially here yet, it's not a separate country to Tanzania but it stil has customs and immigration.
And on the motorbile topic mum you can't judge because you used to have one. Though I'm guessing yours had working headlights and mirrors and things like that. David's does../well now anyway, it's being done whilst we're here. I know we'll separate eventually, he has a job and home to go to, I have a whole wide world to see. But he's good company and it's all very fun.