Paje
August 21st 2013 I hopped off the Dala Dala at a roundabout near Paje, then dragged myself and my disintegrating backpack what felt like a very long way down the road. When I couldn’t be bothered to walk any further, I wandered into a little hostel of the generic kind found on backpacker beaches the world over. Thatched huts, hammocks strung up between wonky palm trees, banana pancakes, Bob Marley on the stereo.
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Dancing Dave
David Hooper
Ah Zanzibar
An idyllic locale...the name says it all. Paje sounds serene. Hope you don't strike big seas on your return to Dar...won't be as blissful as your blog if you do.