At first I wasn’t going to blog about my holiday in Zanzibar
because I didn’t think it really fit with the reflective and analytical nature
I attempt.
It was mostly just a pretty, touristy beach vacation, with turquoise waters, white sandy beaches, giant tortoises, dolphins and snorkeling to see coral and fish.
During my week in Zanzibar, I spent four nights in Stone
Town, the capital, and two at Kendwa Beach. Kendwa is exactly what you would
picture if you thought of a typical beach paradise.
It was very relaxing, however the beach seemed so isolated and I didn’t feel like I was in Zanzibar. The area outside of the resorts are very rural and someone living on the island would never think of Kendwa when talking about home.
Stone Town, on the other hand, had such…culture. Over the centuries the island has hosted
explorers from around the world leaving a mix of European, Arab, and Asian
influences. I relished observing the graceful conventions of Islam seen through
the social habits, relaxed routine, and beautiful, traditional garb.
The city slept late and came more alive at night, augmented by the numerous public spaces where there were nightly food festivals, games of soccer, young men working out and old men playing checkers.
The cheap nightly food festival in the central gardens is
the most memorable part of the trip. The Zanzibarian pallet is huge and varied
from the influences of all the groups that had ruled at one point or another (although
I’m still not sure exactly what is produced for tourists, considering their
large presence on the island). It was a nice change from the Rwandan choices of
eggplant or cabbage each night. Also,
Rwanda has a strict taboo about eating in public and culture does not center
around food at all. Even restaurants area fairly new phenomenon in the country.
In fact, many of the events that would center around food elsewhere, such as
weddings, are instead replaced by dancing here.
So being in an environment that appreciates food for its own sake was exotic. The last, and possibly most important, reason
I loved the gardens were because everyone came together to socialize. Zanzibarians, tourists, families, young and
old, it did not matter. I had several interesting conversations with English
speaking locals and by the last night I knew quite a few people and my newfound
friends had a prepared list of questions for me about English words or American
customs. Comparing to Rwanda again, I rarely
talk to “strangers” because of the language differences, the fact that I’m in a
relatively rural area and people are much more reserved, possibly because it is
a police state. So, let me share unique
Zanzibar foods!
Falafel wrap (best falafel I have had in a very long time)
with roasted vegetable couscous. Both
had a vinaigrette sauce.
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I LOVE your food posts! You always make my mouth water! Thanks! You will never want to eat at Richardson's with me again!
ReplyDeleteoh my goodness, that is not true! It was very nice to have a different kind of food in Zanzibar. In Rwanda, there is much less selection and I have the same things everyday! I will still love going to Richardson's! And I especially will enjoy having the opportunity to eat raw things again!
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