I finally figured out how, with the assistance of the excellent David Mills, where the memory card slot is on my laptop so I gained access to the hundreds and hundreds of pictures I took on the Zanzibar trip. Posts about Zanzibar will be competing with Proust for space for the next few weeks. I'll start with a seemingly pedestrian one, but one which I think speaks volumes about why my friend and colleague Steve lost so much sleep putting this trip together. Here is a shot of the normally laconic Amos on the ridiculously tiny plane we took (arranged by the esteemed and almost mythological Kombo Bakar) from Dar Es Salaam to Pemba. He's listening to the sound track from Indiana Jones and his joy is infectious.
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