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Published: October 21st 2014
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Apparently, someone put a hit of X in the coffee of the Zanzibar immigration officer this morning. He loves EVERYBODY! . We aren’t even scolded for filling out our forms wrong.
My passport is officially stamped and slid back across the desk at me. With a wide toothy grin and a big thumbs up he chortles,
Welcome to Zanzibar!
Out of a shadowy terminal and into the brilliant midday sunshine,...
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Rachael
Zanzibar
I have always wanted to go here, primarily because, well ZANZIBAR, what a name as you have pointed out! And now after reading your blog I really really want to go. I like the sound of your farewell party - I think it's important not to act your age every once in a while. That go-pro footage sounds fantastic :) Great blog!