Algunas páginas de apuntes · Some pages of the sketchbook
At last in Zanzibar, (Madrid, Cairo, Addis Ababa, Dar es Salaam, and Zanzibar overbooking included). And the Indian Ocean with his large tides. The first morning in Bwejuu, in Makuti bungalows, the sea has disappeared. It's replaced by a vast shoal of coral sand, posidonias, algae, women colecting seaweed and a broad turquoise extending till the coral reef that stretches itself protective, separating us from the sharks and barracudas. The Desert of the Tartars, I mumble. I do not know why I think of the great Buzzati's novel seing the waves on the distant reef. We walk 300 metres through the shallow water finding starfish of flashing colors, purple sea urchins, cowries and poisonous cones. The first day is spent in a heartbeat.