Movement Three: Bwejuu and Back Again
After four nights in Stone Town we taxied to the South East side of the island, to a rusticated stretch of coastline called Bwejuu. With a Rastafarian Bed and Breakfast as our base, we ventured into monkey-populated forests, abandoned beaches and luminescent coral reefs.This was taken after a few hours of beach biking and snorkeling.
Never cycling again.
I altered my white balance for this. We'd woken up early for the sunrise, but the clouds obscured it...
...but then they kind of worked out.
These are the monkeys of Jozani Forest. I was all set up with my zoom lens to shoot these guys, when I realised they were practically tame. I switched to my 50mm f1.8 and got right in there.
This was taken a moment before this little guy tried to get a handful of my lens. I couldn't believe how placid he was.
Once again, everyone snuck a nap while I went shooting.
Beach soccer got intense. One kid was carried off, dumped, and left sobbing.
A direct representation of that feeling of having to wake up when you know you should be heading to bed.
Twenty odd hours of travel later, Jono more or less sums up how we felt about having a plush penthouse to crash in back at Melrose Arch. My bed was a pillowy abyss.
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