Horseplay

My old uni bud Jackie has been in Stone Town for a work meeting so we conspired that I would join her for the weekend. I caught the early ferry and we had an enjoyable day together, joined by a couple of her work pals. We stayed up the coast of Unguja (as the main island of Zanzibar is known) and spent several hours at a perfectly simple bar perched on a cliff, being sustained by beer, fish nuggets and excellent chats.

Jackie also transported me some new goggles as I lost my previously barely usable pair, perhaps for the best, and the last time I tried to buy goggles I freaked out in Decathlon Istanbul due to the overwhelming choice (in Turkish). I am now a happy customer. Swimming in the goggles is the aquatic version of having an orgasm. I’ve now learned my lesson about being too cheap.

Jackie also brought me some ear pods because apparently not using these risks leaving me behind in this fast-paced world. It’s time I joined the brigade. However, I will never lose that sense of alarm when someone appears next to me seemingly talking to themselves, then it transpires they’re using newfangled technology to speak to a loved one.