Hey, remember that time I fell asleep on a plane and ended up in East Africa?

So Friday was possibly the longest day ever. We had an "end of India, going away" party in which there was wine and charades. So much fun but also I always wake up so early when I drink so the day started at approximately 5:45 am. Then, (to make a long story short) a good friend of mine (Meaghan) on the trip had to leave us (again) in order to go back to the states. A bunch of other things and then we didn't even leave Dahanu for the airport until 8:30 at night. Our flight wasn't til 5am. I say this more to give you an idea of the crazy day...so is life about the timing.

The flights were kind of awful though. I was sick and didn't really get much sleep in and was motion sick too which sucked and one of the strings on the instrument I bought in India broke. Oh yea, so I bought a Dilrubaa in Ahmedabad. Appearance wise, it may be comprable to a sitar but you play it with a bow...and it doesn't sound anything like a sitar. I don't have a case for it so I've just been carrying it around in the bag for my yoga mat which is completely insufficient. It really is a beautiful instrument and I guess not many people are learning to play it anymore. Therefore I have made the executive decision to send it home. I'm sure it will get destroyed if I try to carry it for the rest of the year and what's the point of destroying a beautiful instrument? We'll see if it makes it in the mail in one piece though.


Yea so flight kinda sucked, I was buggin' out. But Zanzibar is fucking GORGEOUS. We got in around 4:30 pm.. Although, time is a completely foreign concept to me now. I guess we're about 2-5 hours behind India time (which could be completely false) and we are now under swahili time.

A: I never remembered the time difference between India and the US.
B:  Swahili time starts at 6am so 6am is 0:00 and it goes from there. Like 7am would be 1:00 and so on and so forth.
C: The collective confusion from A and B is the sole source for my complete lack of interest in changing the time on my watch. Which, by the way, I have no idea how to do and it's been 7 minutes ahead for the past 2 months which is just a little too ahead and makes telling the time an annoying chore.
D: My watch tan line is out and about.

Of course, the first thing we did upon arrival was head straight to the bar for a sunset drink. We all went to this place called Livingstone and sat at wooden tables in the sand while watching wooden boats and giant cargo ships anchor near the shore. A group of  locals were practicing capoiera (an afro-brazilian form of  martial arts) like 10 feet from our table. We were surrounded by a lot of rich european tourists and in the distance you could see smaller islands off the coast and twinkling lights from the other ships.

Later on in the night, my friend Mike and I wandered over to the market to get some dinner. We started talking to a local and he hooked us up! We were walking and talking and he was getting us plates of food from all the "good" vendors. Moral of the story, we sat with this man by a fountain and shared octopus tentacle. The people here are fantastically friendly and seemingly genuine enough (you can't be too trusting though) and everyone says "jambo! welcome sister/ friend!" as you walk by. After I got fool, Mike and I fed a stray cat the rest of my octopus. Such a good night and Mike is my dude! I've got good friends here.

that's all for now bc i'm about to run out of internet time.