A note for anyone in our position, which is one day in port and a spouse with a fixed idea. We were alongside at Zanzibar Town for the day and had to be back aboard by ten in the evening. My wife wanted a sail at sunset and I assumed it simply could not be made to fit. It fitted easily. The drive up to Kendwa took an hour and twenty each way on the tarmac road. The catamaran went out at half past five and the sun had gone by about twenty five past six, which caught me out, as I had it in my head that the tropics ran later than that. We were back at the pier by twenty to nine with time in hand. There were eighteen of us aboard, all off the same ship, because four other couples overheard my wife at breakfast and the thing rather snowballed. Between that many people the charter came to a good deal less than I had braced myself for. You can sit out on the netting at the bow without climbing over anybody. There is a bar aboard and I will say only that my wife had three of something with mint in it while I stayed on two beers on account of the drive back. July is the breezy month here. We had proper sail for perhaps half of it and engine for the rest, and one lady was rather green on the return leg. Take something with sleeves for after dark. I did not. Twenty four degrees with a wind on you and wet feet is a good deal colder than the number suggests at my age.
