ZANZIBAR WAS BREATHTAKING.
I went to Tanzania earlier this month. I have been to Tanzania before but this time, it felt different. I felt older and wiser. You know how that feels, right? I was able to make better packing, traveling and accommodation choices.
I love to travel and I would honestly travel all year round if I was lucky enough to get a job that allowed it. A few years ago, I considered being a flight attendant but I backed out because of school. Oh well, that is another day’s story. I was in Zanzibar for a few days and there is so much to write about. Today, we are all heading to Prison Island in Zanzibar, Tanzania.
We traveled from Zanzibar main Island on a boat called the Honey Moon (No pressure). It was so funny because the young man commandeering the boat was only 18 and he was so confident at sea. I remember saying to myself, if my dad was here, he would flip because he hates being in anything that moves over water. He is actually one of the many people I know who are scared of being on a boat. As we drifted away from Zanzibar, I thought about the place we were going to, why this place was special and if we were paying for a boring tour around an abandoned prison.
When our boat docked a few meters from the beach, I couldn’t help but get exited because the island was beautiful. Our 18 year old boat owner, who was also our guide, took us to the Tortoise sanctuary. Who knew they could be that big? I had never interacted so closely with tortoises that were so big and that old. The oldest one was over 150 years old. Can you believe it?
Their skin was so rough and they like it when people massage their necks. These tortoises knew how to chill. They were never in a rush 🙂 Beach time all the time.
We then headed to the reason why the Island is called Prison Island. According to the guide, this was a quarantine area for the ill slaves being traded in Zanzibar. They were all brought here to get treatment before being sold to the Portuguese and Arabs . Zanzibar being one of the biggest trading points for the whole of east and central Africa, the number of slaves sold were in their thousands. This high numbers meant that diseases, like the plague, spread very fast. What I found out was that the famous prison Island was more of a hospital than a prison.
We had to rush back to the boat because we had to go snorkeling. Prison Island is the best place to do this because the water is calmer and clearer. This was my first time ever in the middle of the ocean, floating right near the coral reef, curiously looking down into the water trying not to panic. It was really scary because I am not a good swimmer and having a life jacket on was not enough. After a few minutes of holding on tightly, I actually let go and enjoyed the view. What I saw when I looked into the water was beautiful; fish minding their own business, sea weed being see weed and me trusting the ocean to be calm just for a while. It felt quiet and so peaceful floating away. It was unbelievable.
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My next article will be about my Stone Town Adventure.
Have an Amazing Time.