It has been long. Too long. Longer than I and (probably you) like. The inconveniences of life - packing, saying goodbye, unpacking, saying hello, working, etc. They take time. Ridiculous quantities of time. Where is the time to rest and process which I grew to love in Africa? I don't know that it comes out of Africa.

Well...here are more reasons I have such a love affair with "deepest darkest Africa". (It's really no deeper or darker than the rest of us...). Do read the captions. They explain the story.

More coming, of Zanzibar. Story upon story.