I’ve been home from Zanzibar for two weeks and I’m only just now starting to feel “normal” again. I’ve spent my days processing, and watching too much television (which you’ll probably hear about at a later stage) and just contemplating the madness of this year. Being home with no immediate plans – or even plans to make plans – feels exceptionally good.
Does loving being home make me a bad traveller?
I don’t actually consider myself a traveler so much as I consider myself just a regular person who likes to travel and who has recently made a commitment to taking this love more seriously.
Every now and then you might see that meme on Facebook. It says:
Make a list of the things that you love.
Make a list of the things that you do every day.
I’m trying to do that. Although I admit I haven’t actually written a list. Maybe I should.
In the meantime I’m contemplating Zanzibar and what I need to say about it. It was a rather educational trip, I must admit. I suppose international travel often is. Or perhaps any travel has things to teach if you’re open to learning. But as beautiful and exotic as Zanzibar is, I left there feeling a bit…well…heartsore…
I know I’m supposed to share all the wonderful things about travelling. That’s what travel blogger do. And yet I feel like I want to talk about the Zanzibari people, and their less shaky political situation. I want to talk about how teachers in Zanzibar can expect to earn as little as $77 per month as a salary. And how the people of Zanzibar are without adequate medical care or family planning services.
It’s so hard to talk about “oooh snorkelling” when these are the things that stick in my mind the most. So forgive me, for a little while. So many folks have been saying to me I can’t wait until you tell us all about Zanzibar. I’m afraid it might not be the pretty picture you expect. At least not all of it.
There are lovely fun wonderful things out there. But there are humans, too. And I cannot help but feel the need to tell their stories first.