Jolly

I’ve hopped over to Zanzibar for the weekend to hang out with Kate and her son, as Robin the hubby is away with work in Guinea. I am not the obvious choice for childcare support, but Kate definitely appreciated some adult company and I appreciated an overnight jolly, even pierced by the occasional toddler tantrum.

Kate met me near the ferry terminal as she was weaving around the impossibly narrow streets of Stone Town to pick up a package. A more fearless driver than me she most certainly is, especially having only recently arrived on the island. I’m still stubbornly holding out on car ownership and am going to see if I can make it to senescence without ever owning one.