Off to the Islands
Trip Start Apr 21, 2008
225Trip End Apr 20, 2009
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The bad part about travelling is that you sometimes do not know who to trust. The people are really amazing here and very honest however the vendors are different. It's all about squeezing as much $ from the foreigners as possible. SO you can't help but lose a bit of faith in some of the people. It's too bad as a small group of people can have that kind of impact on you (at least with me it does). Right after my conversation with the vendor on the ferry, a local lady approached me and told me I was sitting on her mattress. I didn't believe her. WHen I reached the top deck, it was lying in the corner and I just grabbed it thinking it would be a great place to relax while on the ferry. Being in a bit of a sour mood after my interaction with the tout, I didn't believe it was hers at first. I just gave it to her but I told her I hoped she wasn't tricking me. Another traveller overheard me and confirmed that it was hers. I felt bad. What can you do? You sometimes just get jaded by the vendors that you take it out on the nice local people. I was an asshole muzingu (at least to one person) for a night.
The ferry arrived in Chizumulu Island at 1 am. It actually stopped about 500 yards from the island because of the low tide so a small boat came to get us. It was quite the adventure getting off the boat. I had to step over and on top of dozens of heavy bags as well as avoid the locals who were sitting in every available inc of space. Just so you could picture how bad it was, I had to duck as my head was hitting the top of the ceiling (of the lower deck of the ferry ) as I was walking over the cargo.Meanwhile, I had locals behind me pushing me forward so they could get off the ferry as well but there was no room to move. It doesn't matter whether you are on a bus or on a ferry in Africa but people just don't wait for others to get on or off. They just think of themselves and push forward. It just doesnt't work as it obviously creates gridlock but yet they continue with this method. You can''t help but laugh and shake your head at the same time.
I finally managed to jump on a small motorized boat. There, the owner of the guesthouse (the only one on the island) I was staying at was on the boat to greet us. His name is Alex and he is from the UK. Very nice guy. Joining me was Erica and a traveller from the UK, Emma. When we arrived on the island, we couldn't see anything as the electricity goes off at 10 pm. We would have to wait until the next day to see how nice the island was.