Heaven is called Kendwa and it's a little pricey.

Wow Catie, an update so soon? Don't you have better things to do? Like lie on a beach and get sunburned? Well yes, I do. But I love you so much (and my nose is so mad at the sun) that I thought I'd write anyway.

So Sunday was in Lushoto, went to a proper African market. It was exactly like you think it wil be! Colourful, noisy, exciting, beautiful. And then to church, pretty much the same as the market but with music instead of noise! Then the lunch I already told you about...

So Mouddy (the guide who served an awful lunch) told me that to get to Dar es Salaam all I had to do was wait outside my hostel at 6am for the express bus to Dar. So at 5.50am I'm walking down a steep dark path thinking "What the hell are you doing? It's still dark! You won't even recognise the bus or know where its's going and why would they stop anyway? And who else is out at this time? Only murderers. You didn't even bring your bread gun!" [Author's note: if you don't get it watch Eddie Izzard The Definite Article and all will make sense until you throw up from laughing so hard] But you know what? It worked! I got kidnapped by a bus at 6am going where I wanted to go! And I do mean kidnapped, bus screeches, three guys jump, bag gets thrown and I'm standing beside the driver in a moving bus before I can think to say "Dar es Salaam?"

Anyway... 7 hours of bus, half an hour of taxi (who ripped me off dammit) and two hours of ferry later and I'm in Zanzibar! Stone Town is beautiful, although full of scum. Worse than Arusha. At least in Arusha they are asking about something specific, you say no, they go away (ok, it takes eight nos and a road crossing but they do go away!) In Stone Town they just follow you trying to find out where you are going and what you are doing and no matter what you say they keep harrassing you. A bit scary, but once I got to my hostel it was fine.

So I stayed one night in Stone Town and today headed for heaven, a village caled Kendwa where I'm staying at the Kendwa Rocks resort right on the beach. It's beautiful and only expensive because everywhere else I've been has been so cheap! It's still nothing compared to what Europe will be, so I'm probably well prepared for that now. Lots of Europeans around, which is sort of comforting. It's nice not to stand out so much. Hey and the bartender called me "mzuri sana" (very pretty) and I hadn't even bought a drink... maybe he's been sampling his own wares!

So I'm happy and healthy, although being surrounded by tanned people is messing with my head about whether I should actively try to change my pastiness. Actually I've got a bit of colour, but it's not exactly even! I have the most extreme t-shirt and jandal tan, and then pale pale everywhere else :P Anyway, I'm trying to resist the tan pressure - remember Catie, they'll all be gross and leathery when they're old!

Anyway, it's lunchtime! Hope to hear from you all soon! Or that you'll hear from me soon... Whichever.