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Just outside the airport I found the money changers had changed remarkably since my last visit... A woman can never have enough singles!
There was a new stepping stone path to the huts...
As soon as I got inside and flipped the light switch I noticed the new light fixtures...
Feeling a bit dingy from the flight, I headed into the bathroom to wash up. I was quite surprised with the water fixtures...
After a relaxing day on the beach I decided to head to the islands main lodge for dinner. The lobby area now has all new seating...
The pasta was...different.

The straw that came *cough* with my ice water was intimidating...

After dinner I decided to take in a show while I had a few drinks. Here is a new favorite song on the island...you just can't help but laugh!
Much later that night I tried out the new pool... everything was lovely until...

The new life guard wearing his new floating device showed up. He gave me the Willy's so I left.
I think I'll stick to the beach on my last day and read a good book...
Is it just me, or is there a "DIK" theme on DIK now?
:o)


Oh! And here’s a butt crack song! Did you know there was a butt crack song? I didn’t! This has some offending crackage - no doubt about it... nothing like the sexy book covers or above male models in my opinion. Butt - I found it humorous. *grins*
So when Zoo and I got married, I knew we’d be going to Africa on our honeymoon. It was so spectacular and so tragic at the same time, it was almost overwhelming. I mean, you’d be walking around this beautiful resort and you’d turn a corner to find a soldier carrying a big-assed rifle. So you always knew that there was some kind of danger near you at all times. We landed in Arusha the same day they’d bombed the embassies in Kenya and Dar Es Salaam, where his aunt lives, thought security would be huge. Instead, we dragged our own luggage out from under the plane, across the tarmac and went through a security line in three seconds flat. And somehow, it was still okay.
We went on Safari several times, to different parts of Tanzania, to Zanzibar, made some great discoveries, like the Boma, which is part of the Trade, not Aid program. We visited the clinic Zoo was born in. And, like I mention in Hard to Hold and Too Hot, we were pulled over with our driver trying to get back to our hotel on safari by two men posing as police. They wanted money – we gave it to them. We were lucky. It happened again with real police in Dar Es Salaam. And while it was a reminder of where I was and how careful I had to be, it still didn’t take away from the gorgeous safaris, the wonderfully generous locals and, of course, the famous roads.© Blogger template Starry by Ourblogtemplates.com 2008 Modified by Lea
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