After a night in one of the wonderful small hotels in Stone Town, the bustle of the street below wakes you - the sunrise stirs the scents and smells the early hours - the cry of the muezzin echoes over the city roofs - there is hot aromatic coffee in silver cups. It is an old walled city of secrets and narrow alleyways; labyrinthine, imposing exotically carved doors and huge padlocks. It is a very gentle laid-back city on the waterfront, given over to the music of its flutes, to the nonchalant beat of its rowers, to perfume and dust …
But at the same time it’s a sad and very bitter city, with posts, dungeons and iron rings recalling its slave trade past
Outside its shady narrow streets, beyond the coral stone walls and crumbling buildings of the “Stone Town,” the spice groves, authentic fishing villages, white sandy beaches and the endless glistening Indian Ocean await you.