The day I arrived in Kilwa I had the beach to myself. The next evening as the sun was getting low in the sky the beach started filling up with people. Before long the sun had gone and the beach was alive with women in their most colourful flowing robes, young girls with make-up and… Read More »
Beaches in Tanzania are busy places. More foten than not, there are fishermen with their wooden boats bringing in their catch or preparing to set sail. It is common to see men sitting on an old car tyre or piece of driftwood mending their nets and laying them out to dry. Old and broken fishing… Read More »
I was told by a helpful taxi driver a few days earlier that to get to Kilwa I would need to go to Temeke Sudani bus terminal. So I got a Bolt taxi and 10,000 Tsh later at 7:00 I rocked up there and sat on a bus with a nice artist/musician/actor guy with crazy… Read More »