UNFIT,FAT AND F@RTING! ONE MANS JOURNEY travel blog

Naked Chicken..........

Already Plucked..............

Latest In Zanzibar Fashion...........

Spot The Tourists..........

Twats With Hats...........

Random Island Off The Zanzibar Coast....

Dhows On The Reef.....

A Now Familiar Pose.............

Deb Preparing To Dive 1....

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Pool Sharks On A Rainy Zanzibar Night..........

Pool Sharkettes..........

Kimi Racks Them Up...........

Serious Thought Being Given...........

Amazing Concentration........

Alex Giving Pointers.........

Lining Them Up.........

Nervous Swig From The Bottle.....

Team Talk...........

Studied Concentration......

Somewhat Flawed Technique.............

Smiles All Around Even After The Floor Collapsing....

All Smiles As The Conga Line Takes Shape.........

All Smiles From The North American Team..........

Fine Group Of Men...........

Jim Thinking How Lucky He Was Not To Be Wearing His Lollipop...

Certainly Brightened Up The Place........

Itchy Nuts Mark???

Alex Psyching Out The Locals.......

Al Can't Believe he's Been Beaten By A Man In A Tye...

The Chicken Run.....Dar es Salaam Ferry....


A total of 4 nights was spent in Zanzibar.With 3 days spent on the beach up the north end of the island.It was nice and relaxing as lazing around the beach tends to be.Although on the last night the rain came down in buckets which put a dampener of things.No pun intended.

We caught the ferry across from Dar es Salaam,which took a couple of hours,to Stone Town which is sort of the capital of Zanzibar.After stowing our gear in a hotel,we all headed off for a tour of a spice farm.Zanzibar is famous for its spices and has been for centuries.It was actually a good tour,very informative,unlike most of the tours which I've been on up to now.

The undoubted highlight was seeing a "naked chicken".Right in the middle of the guide giving a talk on the different spices,a naked chicken came wandering into view.It was one of the weirdest things I've ever seen.It looked just like it had walked out of the poultry cabinet at the supermarket.I felt a bit sorry for the guide as he totally lost our attention as soon as the chicken made itself aware.The cameras soon turned towards the naked chicken and we were like a bunch of japanese tourists,snapping away at this freak of nature......

The guide was asked,"what the fark is that and how the fark did it get like that!!".His reply of the chicken had been naughty or something similar was one of the strangest replies I've ever heard to a question.Naughty??How is a chicken naughty??Why has it been plucked.And how the fark did they pluck it still alive??There wasn't 1 feather on the thing!!!To this day I'm not sure if the man meant that the chicken had been attacked by the other chickens for being naughty or by the owners.One thing for sure though it was a damn weird sight to behold....

After the spice tour,we headed out for a meal in Stone Town.Zanzibar is supposed to be renowned for its seafood so of course I thought I'd give it a go.We went to a restaurant called Mercurys,which was named after Zanzibars favourite son,Freddie Mercury.It was a lovely situated place,just on the waters edge, overlooking the harbour.Very nice indeed for a few beers while watching the sun go down....

I ordered myself a lovely seafood platter and sat back and enjoyed how good life is.Unfortuantely for me a couple of days later I got to find out how shit life could be after my seafood platter came spurting out of the front door and the back door.A couple of other people also had a dose of bohemian rhapsody in brown.Whether it was from eating at Mercurys I don't know but all of us who got sick all ate there....

The northern end of Zanzibar is beautiful with its palm fringed beaches and coral reefs.A few people took the chance to go diving and snorkelling while others just hung out in the beach bars.....

Heading back to Stone Town to catch the return ferry,gave us the chance to wander the alleyways and markets.It was a nice way to spend a morning,even though I had to keep my buttocks clenched for most of it.....

After a rough ferry ride back to Dar,which involved copious amounts of spewing going on around me,it was back to the truck for the next instalment of white mans Africa.You certainly don't come to this part of Africa on this sort of trip to get involved with the locals or take in the culture......

Oh well lucky I had the opportunity to experience that sort of thing while travelling through West and Central Africa...........



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