Four very tired little tourists.

Headed off early this morning on a little motorised canoe aptly named “Tom and Gerry” to Prison Island, where they used to incarcerate anyone who was suspected of having cholera.

The island is now a sanctuary for the giant tortoises, which are surprisingly endearing creatures with loads of personality. They seemed to lap up the attention and were certainly being well fed despite signage to the contrary.

This big guy was purportedly 158 years old (not sure how accurate their tortoise birth records are though). Note we had to be careful tip toeing through the tortoise deposits- tortoise poo would give a cow pat a run for its money!

Then went round to the other side of the island while N&D snorkelled around the coral reef while R&R (aka the whimps) sunbaked on the deck.

Came back in time for a late lunch at our now favourite coffee house (Zanzibar CH) and then strolled the streets until our legs would carry us no further. It is Saturday here so the atmosphere is very different, more relaxed “feel” today.

We are now inhaling a multicultural feast of Thai spring rolls, Indian samosa, Chinese fried rice and Club sandwiches ( we’re nothing if not eclectic), sitting under an enormous tree in a cafe on the beach, with a local musician playing African jazz- perfect.

It’s a beautiful balmy night, food’s yummy and we’re feeling a tad melancholy that tonight’s our last night together. The boys head back to Honkers tomorrow and David & I head back to meetCyrus for our last couple of days in Nairobi.