On a (surprisingly) warm danish summer day, 4 girls dragged their suitcases through Copenhagen to begin the journey to Zanzibar. Okay, personally I was driven by my father, but the point stands. Off to Zanzibar we went, and 22 hours, 3 flights, 4 flight meals (including breakfast at 4am), 1 lost vaccination card and a… Continue reading A few weeks in Zanzibar
Confessions of a dog owner 