The sound of the waves crashing on the shore and the harpooners passing by me make me sing my favorite song. Takes me back to the place that I know... On the beach – singing this wonderful song by K. Rea, my lips twist and form a smile, and my thoughts are there, YES, right there ON the beach...
While other tourists were busy with where to go and what to visit, I watched the beach bustle with life: fishermen, women growing and collecting seaweed, children jumping carefree in the puddles formed at low tide, smiles, radiant faces and early risers running along the beach for their morning workout and all this dyed in golden pink nuances caressing the white sand and the blue ocean turning into green shades. Cyclists carrying the daily portion of catch and women loaded with large bundles of seaweed and I can't help but miss the not typical inhabitants of the island - the Masai relying on the new portion of tourists to whom they can offer their handicrafts. YES, call me crazy for not paying to be in the crowd, but I received something very valuable, namely my nickname PAPARAZZI. Why it is like that, I guess you can guess. In just 15 days I became part of the scene with a camera in hand. Jokes, knitting lessons and Swahili were just part of my daily life as a tourist. I say tourist, but I didn't feel like one thanks to the people I met. " Nаkupenda Tanzania" I said, and in response I received "Tunakupenda pia" and that's if not shared love.
In recent years, I have had the honor of visiting quite a few beaches, each more beautiful than the other and each carrying its own charge, a special charge. Ah, I cannot deny that one of the most special for me will remain the one in Zanzibar. Not because there are none more beautiful or similar, but because my heart longed for it. My skin still remembers the warm embrace of the ocean, and my soul – the emotion of its every ebb and flow. Ah, if this is not love. I remember how the palm trees swayed early in the morning and late in the evening from the ocean breeze as if welcoming it. The waves carried algae with each tide, contrasting with the dazzling white sand, and yes, many people say: OH, it's dirty! – but I like it precisely because it is unadulterated. As it is: without filters! Real. Somehow I got tired of the excessive sterility and "perfect" resorts. Now you understand WHY I love this part of the world?
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