The hotel, a cool and relaxed place located right on the beach in the small fishing village of Bwejuu (54km) on the southeast coast of Zanzibar, had sent a driver. I had chosen a quiet corner of the island instead of staying in bustling Stone Town. The drive down from the airport took about 1 hour. By the time we arrived, after 10:00pm, I went straight to my room for much needed sleep.
My room was a welcome mix of sobriety, comfort and..
The next morning I awoke refreshed and, at breakfast, met the owner, Peter, a Spaniard from Catalonia who was extremely welcoming. I had arrived during low season and was very fortunate to get personalised attention from Peter and Axel, the hotel manager. I stayed in their traditionally built cottage right on the beach. My room was a welcome mix of sobriety, comfort and cosiness.
Lunch was was a relatively simple fare, fish or seafood, my overall favourite was the octopus salad. I had it so often during my stay that I had the guilty feeling that I was starting to endanger the species at my location... However, in general, I have a rather spartan lifestyle as my life is geared towards making images, so everything else is really in support of that essential goal in my life. Food is fuel, sleeping is to be in shape to get up early enough to catch the light, research is in support of what is important to cover or photograph and to articulate the story arc, or what am I still missing so far, etc. This single-minded pursuit can get pretty boring if you're along for the ride.. unless you're working with me as a fixer or a translator.