Pampering is an interesting concept because its success is dependent upon the receiver's individual preferences. Mapenzi was in the pampering business.
Rosanna, the Italian guest relations director, greeted us with cool drinks, a quick tour of the facilities, and schedules for all the day's activities and meals. We were then escorted to a room roughly twice the size of our entire hut in KIA, which at that point seemed like a world and lifetime away.
The sand by the courts had been raked, the pocket lawns between the paths had been neatly trimmed, and there were hot showers that would last until you got drowsy and decided you needed a nap. Nuch found some shops with cookbooks and pastel clothing by the rack, while I found a light sea breeze and a Hobie to take out on the water in the afternoon. We'd both found our own modes of decompression. These people were good.
We entered the third phase of our trip in a van as it crossed Zanzibar from Stonetown on the west to the Mapenzi Beach Club on the east. When we planned this, our thoughts were that we needed to slowly reemerge from the hardships of our tent in the Serengeti through a series of decompression stops back to civilization. The process was designed as a way to mentally dust off and prepare to reengage in our hectic jobs without missing a beat. Kind of like gears in the transmission of life. Tembo was the first stage. The exclusive, all-inclusive resort in Mapenzi on the Indian Ocean was to be our next. The rationale may have been a bit overly dramatic, but the brochures looked so nice and we needed an excuse.