It happened again
It happened again. Another weekend, another uninhabited tropical island, another boat almost missed.
Mbudya Island is a half-hour boat ride from Dar and the last boat back to the mainland leaves at 5 pm. When the boat pulled up to the island on schedule, four of our friends were missing, having wandered off in search of a more perfect beach.
We waited. And stalled. And negotiated. And explained to the boatman that our friends would be only a few minutes more.
The boat was about to leave when our friends appeared, explaining that the path to the more perfect beach had been unexpectedly treacherous.
At this point, I’m beginning to think that I am fated to live on a beautiful tropical island.