Had a nap after my dive and then went out for a drink and to get some anti-mozzie spray. Like an eejit, I grabbed an empty tin yesterday instead of a full one. Doh! There was a supermarket of sorts on the beach where they sold most of the basics tourists might need as well as lots of candy and stuff. They also sold Magnums white chocolate ice cream…
There was also a little shopping street perpendicular to the coastline and the nearest thing the place had to a high street. It was mainly tourist tat but had some good indigenous artwork too.
I sat in a lovely cafe/bar next to the hotel and ordered my drink of choice here in Africa, so far. Its called Stoney and is a very gingery ginger ale, non-alcoholic, of course. I sipped this, in the shade, and watched the sun set over the ocean.
Interposed between myself and the sunset was a group of superbly fit Zanzibar beach boys playing volleyball. I enjoyed both sights simultaneously.
The rest of the laddies and lassies went off on a booze cruise in the afternoon and arrived back pissed and giggly after sunset. All good healthy youthful stuff and perfectly harmless and good-natured. However, as a non-drinker, I started to feel increasingly isolated so initiated an Irish farewell and went off for a walk as they produced a big bottle of gin and started ordering tonics and ice from the bar. They were going off for a meal and to continue drinking but I’d prefer to chew on a lump of glass than join them as I remained sober and they got more and more sozzled. Bless them. Especially tomorrow morning….