A stone house with a tin roof and maybe, one day, some glass windows.
Unguja Island, the largest island of the Zanzibar Archipelago, is according to Tripadvisor, a ‘breathtaking spot to escape the world’. And so it is. The East coast has beautiful white palmtree-lined beaches, a coral reef and warm waters. The tourists flock to the resorts, enjoy the watersports or laze by the pools, eat the gourmet food and drink bottled water. If it gets a little hot they turn on the air conditioning and or a fan. One can indeed escape.
In the sandy streets behind the beach, are many small villages where life is different. For them ‘escaping the world’ might mean something else.
But the right kind of tourism and development might mean that one day these kids get a decent education and one day perhaps a window with glass in it.
From the dusty red earth, through the flower heads of sisal, the Uluguru Mountains break into the clouds.
Clockwise from top left:
Lowna in North Yorkshire, South Cottesloe in Western Australia, Chamonix in France, North Fremantle in Western Australia, Morogoro in Tanzania, Iringa in Tanzania, Dwellingup in Western Australia, Cropton in North Yorkshire.
I don’t think I’ll ever lose my wanderlust. It ebbs and flows like the tides on my doorstep here in Western Australia. Sometimes the pull to stay ‘home’ is strong: when the beach beckons, and the outdoor lifestyle is easy, with good food, wines and friendships.
Then there are times when the lure of new shores overwhelms, the draw of old haunts tempt, and the need to leave this remote city to return to the familiar people and places of my formative years is stronger than the urge to stay.