Kendwa rocks. Literally.

Aaaaaand yet another hilarious pun par moi. Staying as of today for 5 nights at the aptly named Kendwa Rocks. More of the same beach/sand/sunshine wise, plus the added bonus of the eagerly awaited first Full Moon party of 2011 tomorrow night. Other planned excursions: more snorkelling, different reef, and sunset booze cruise on a dhow. The latter is excitingly Shagaluf/Oibeefa-esque in my opinion so am excited to see what it holds. Hopefully will be a gigolo-free dhow...
Popped back down to Stone Town yesterday so stock up on shillings and plan our next steps. Mafia Islands are relatively impassable due to the whole needing-to-get-a-flight thing so we've binned that idea, but to be honest am verrrry happy with that decision. Yesterday was rainy and power cut filled so a good day to be back in ST, plus we finally tried the guide-book recommended chinese and found it to be most to our liking. Delish. Got the minibus back up here this morning (slightly less overfilled than yesterday - the 15 passengers in a 7 seater bus had us called over at pretty much every police point on the way down to ST). It starts off hugging the coast and then works up through the center of the island, passing various schools along the way. You see children everywhere - the little girls look like butterflies in their white headscarves and deep indigo blue skirts - making their way patiently towards the huts. Also lots of bicycles, invariably carrying either precariously balanced baskets of fish/fruit, or at least one extra passenger. Our driver nailed it on the way up here - to the point that someone in the van asked him to slow down. From my wordly weary (oh yes folks, 6 weeks in S.America and I'm a gap yah aficionado, dontcha know) perspective this was pretty lame, given that a. the road was tarmac-ed, b. it's flat, and c. there were no blind hairpin bends around which to play chicken with large juggernauts hurtling in the opposite direction. Child's play.
So, having had a delicious lunch looking out at the beach and a gentle wander around, back to our room for siesta time. Yippee!
Love to all in England, we miss you. Yes, you over there. You.