Here is a collection of photos, primarily from Stone Town, once-capital of the short-lived People’s Republic of Zanzibar (whose excesses are still apparent in the crumbling corruption of formerly magnificent merchant palaces), but also of a spice-growing cooperative in the interior (after breaking down and arranging for one of the ubiquitous spice tours, thankfully with a reputable guide), and the marvelous pandemonium of the Darajani market.

And, of course, dhows, any number of dhows, more dhows than you will possibly ever know what to do with.  They’re mighty pretty, though.

Getting there, including the mighty suitcase-losing machine.

Stone Town and surroundings.  Beach Boys dived off the quays at every corner.

Cooperative spice plantation:

More Stone Town.  The munchkins in the fourth picture pestered us for the palm-leaf gimmicks our guides had given us on the spice tour and wouldn’t bugger of until we’d given a woven leaf hat/tie/ring/sash/whatnot to each of them.

The last pictures in the group are of the view from our hotel rooftop.

Darajani Market.  It’s a mess, particularly the squid that have been sitting out in the sun.  Makes me think twice about ordering seafood that evening.

Yet more Stone Town.  Everywhere you look, there are beautifully carved doors and doorframes.

The gentleman with the spinning wheel wanted baksheesh for letting me take a picture.  I always respect the wishes of people who don’t to be photographed, but I don’t do anything commercial with my pictures, and I won’t pay anyone to take them.  Zoom telephoto for Great Justice.

The kids playing soccer were fascinated when I showed them how to spin their semi-inflated ball on my index finger.  I’m not joining the NBA anytime soon, but maybe one of these guys will be the first Zanzibari in the Harlem Globetrotters.