On the first leg of our journey home Juma and I came to Unguja by a 12-passenger plane. We both got a bit nauseated, but we arrived quickly and safely. Justin is coming by boat, since we have too many bags for the tiny plane. He'll arrive in another hour or so, and Juma and I are hanging out in Stone Town, our old 'hood.
Last night Juma was pretty was sad to leave Pemba. At bedtime, he started crying because he would miss Pemba and all his friends here. "I'll never see coconut trees again!" he bawled.
We spent out last days packing, visiting friends to say goodbye and receiving visitors who wanted to say goodbye. I also got henna applied to my hands and feet, which took the good part of two days. It looks a little crazy to my American eyes, but Zanzibaris see it as the height of feminine beauty. I'll see about posting a picture later.
It's hard to believe our trip is almost to an end. On Thursday, we fly out. Back to another crazy year of school.
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