Zanzibar is a long, long, long ways from home in the Pacific Northwest US.  Typically, we fly to Europe (to Paris mais bien sur – for the evening, then outbound to Africa the next morning – very civilized).  The terminal in Charles de Gaulle with eateries and shops below ground level.

We flew from Paris to Dar es Salaam arriving late in the evening, so we spent the night leaving a little time the following morning for a little sight seeing in the city before taking a short flight to the island of Zanzibar. We went to a mock traditional Tanzania village with this delightful women interpreter. 

The view from from our hotel from the beach. The beach was very flat: at low tide, the water was nearly a quarter mile from the hotel, at high tide the water nearly reaches the vegetation line.