Bwejuu

This morning I caught a dala dala across the island to Paje, where I sat around in a Vietnamese themed plant-based restaurant with a coffee percolated in the traditional way onto a layer of condensed milk. Heaven. Although I don’t think the condensed milk was plant-based.

I waited until an acceptable time to show up at the accommodation I’d booked in Bwejuu. This is one of the villages I haven’t before stayed in, a few kilometres north of the tourist hub of Paje. This time last year I was also on this stretch of coast with an eye infection and my glasses left sitting in a drawer in Dar es Salaam. I have not made the same mistake on any travels since, but luckily East Africa’s red eye epidemic has fizzled out.

Later in the afternoon I walked back along the beach from Bwejuu to Paje, and the scene became increasingly frenetic with kite surfers and beach revellers. On this eastern Indian Ocean side of the island, the breeze provides a welcome respite to avoid overheating. Eventually I headed away from the beach to locate a restaurant and found another Asian place which had a Japanese shaved ice dessert on the menu. Très intéressant.