Reminiscent

Reminiscent of backpacking days of old, I wandered around busy parts of Zanzibar City figuring out transport connections for tomorrow, to avoid the incongruity and expense of a private taxi to the other side of the island. It was hot and sweaty work. Never has a subsequent mint and lemon juice been so refreshingly welcome.

At sunset I decamped to a hotel rooftop bar with marginally more breeze. A perfect place for a mocktail, a plate of cheese croquettes and a chapter of my book about the Libyan Revolution.