Travel journals · Tanzania

I hesitated about writing this travel journal... This summer, we only did the classics (the 3 northern parks and Zanzibar) and let a local agency take care of everything from start to finish.

No craziness, no risks, no sleeping under the stars, no self-drive, no venturing off the beaten path, no incidents, and not even any delays in the pre-planned itinerary...

But don’t think we were disappointed! The whole family (there were 6 of us) came back with smiles and memories of great moments spent together. So, if you're looking for a "classic" way to discover Tanzania, this is the place to be.

Our 2-week itinerary: - Arusha (1 night upon arrival) - Tarangire (1 night) - Ngorongoro (2 nights in Karatu then Irmisigiyo) - Serengeti (3 nights in Robanda, Togoro Plains, and Seronera) - Zanzibar Stone Town (1 night) - Zanzibar Matemwe (3 nights) - Zanzibar Jambiani (3 nights)

Hakuna matata!

Hi everyone,

I’m a newbie to this forum, passionate about wildlife, the landscapes of East Africa, and Tanzania in particular. This June 2024 trip/safari is our 7th visit to Tanzania and our 5th in the south, which has drawn us more than the north ever since we discovered it in 2015.

In 2024, the entrance fees for the reserves and services have gone up again since our last visit. I chose to return first to Mikumi Reserve, which was the very first one we visited in the south. Then, we’ll head to Selous (J. Nyerere N. P.) as usual. Initially, we wanted to spend 2/3 days on Mafia Island at the end of the trip, but it made the total cost too high, so we gave up... We usually go to Ruaha and Selous, but I wanted to mix it up a bit—also to save some money...

As for the timing, June is a new experience for us. I thought it might be interesting to come just after the lodges reopen... hoping for some great wildlife encounters??

The trip starts in Marseille with our first flight on Ethiopian Airlines to Addis Ababa, then continues to Dar es Salaam, where we’ll finally set foot on Tanzanian soil again.

In Addis... "our" A-350.



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After arriving in Dar, we spent one night at a hotel near the airport. The next morning, we headed to the domestic flights terminal, which hasn’t changed in years.

By mid-morning, we boarded a Cessna 208B Caravan with Safari Air Link, heading to the Kikoboga bush airstrip in Mikumi, which we reached 45 minutes later. Fun fact: the pilot was the same one as on our return flight two years ago.

Welcome on board:



Of course, a driver/guide team from our chosen lodge was waiting for us upon arrival:



I was surprised to see so many aircraft parked there... even twin-engine Embraer Brasilias?? As a fan of vintage planes, I loved it...



On the other hand, the light was incredibly harsh.....!! Our guides only speak English. We knew that in advance. In the south, it’s very rare to find someone who speaks French. This’ll force us to dig into our high school English memories... from 60 years ago... at least.

It’s noon, and we head toward the lodge. Near the airstrip, next to the Mikumi rangers’ base, there are quite a few herbivores. They find a bit more peace here—the big cats don’t venture this way...

Our first encounter was a group of Masai giraffes.





Rarer (for us), a savanna monitor lizard basking in the sun right in the middle of the track...??



A large gathering of impalas (mostly males) along with a few blue wildebeest:





Also unusual: a African crowned hornbill taking a dust bath in the middle of the track...!!



When it comes to identifying mammals or birds, I don’t know everything... so I might make mistakes. Please forgive me. I’m counting on my friend Blesl’s active participation... 😉

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Hello,

We got back from Tanzania a month ago, on March 5th. I’ve started this trip report at the link the moderator asked me to use:

https://voyageforum.com/forum/decouverte-ruaha-nyerere-ex-selous-en-fevrier-mars-2026-d11466010/

You’ll find a video of our trip on my YouTube channel there.

Now I’ll tell you about our 10-night trip in Tanzania, with 8 nights spent in two parks we didn’t know. Tanzania isn’t new to us—it was even our first African safari destination back in 2012. https://www.youtube.com/@lolodetoul54 Since then, we’ve visited several East and Southern African countries: Kenya, South Africa, Namibia, Botswana, some of them multiple times. We usually travel in September during the dry season. We tried March 2024 for nine nights in the Okavango and loved it, except everything was dry, which wasn’t normal for the rainy season.

So for this second March trip during the wet season, we really got what we asked for… rain. But before that, we had to fight just to get to Tanzania.

Saturday, February 21, 2026:

It’s D-Day—the departure. What a hassle to organize flights to and within Tanzania! I’ll tell you all about it in another post: https://voyageforum.com/forum/toutes-compagnies-aeriennes-tanzaniennes-interdites-d10758360/ On top of that, Rwandair canceled our outbound flight a month before departure. They offered to reschedule us 3-4 days later—ridiculous for a 10-night trip we’d already booked. We had to cancel our tickets and buy new ones with Kenya Airways. We’re still waiting for our refund from Rwandair!!!!!!! So on Saturday, February 1st, our bags were packed. We headed to the Lorraine TGV station, about 30 km from home. Direct train to Roissy—just 1h15. Quick and efficient. All that was left was to wait for our overnight flight. We took off on time, just before 11 PM. Smooth flight, nothing unusual. Arrived in Nairobi around 9 AM. A few hours’ wait, then a flight to Dar es Salaam, landing at our first destination around 12:45 PM. Our local contact, Anne from Asanterra agency, picked us up at the airport. It was hot and humid—it was raining.



Our first night was at the Alexander Hotel. That evening, we treated ourselves to fish and shellfish at the hotel restaurant:



Sunday, February 22, 2026:

A driver picked us up at dawn to take us to the domestic airport so we could finally head to our first destination: Ruaha National Park. We flew with Auric.air for a 2-hour flight with two stops (Nyerere and Zkima airstrips).





I’m always amazed at how easily these Cessnas take off and land on dirt runways—especially when they’re wet:



Aerial view of Zkima airstrip, where we’d landed just minutes earlier:



Flyover of Iringa, a "big" city in the country near Ruaha National Park:



We’re getting close. The plane descends and flies over the Ruaha River, which gave the park its name:



We land for the third and final time that day, reaching our destination: Msembe airstrip, the gateway to Ruaha.

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" We’re ALL different, and so are our expectations when it comes to travel or leisure ". There are—without a doubt—as many ways to experience a trip as there are travelers!! For the two of us, it’s only our love of wild nature that guides us to East Africa. The stated goal of this trip was purely wildlife-focused, and NOT about discovering the country or its people.

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Hello everyone,

Previously, I shared the account of a trip/safari in southern Tanzania in June 2024, in the Mikumi and Selous reserves.

This time, still in southern Tanzania, I invite you to join us in Ruaha National Park. (Then, depending on the number of images allowed in my quota, at the end of my story, we’ll return to Selous for the second part of the same trip.)

- This trip/safari took place in November 2022. - Our flight started in Marseille, heading to Addis Ababa, then Dar es Salaam (via Ethiopian Airlines). In Dar, we spent one night at a hotel near the airfield.

-1- During the layover in Addis Ababa. The Airbus A-350 in the early morning mist.



Reminder: Click on each image to enlarge it, if needed. .

From Dar es Salaam, if you want to go by road to Ruaha, it’ll take a very long and tiring day. 🤪

On previous trips, we’ve always taken a bush plane for this route. In this case, it took just over an hour and a half, with two short intermediate stops to drop off passengers at other bush airstrips.

Since I’m also passionate about aviation, I love these flights where you can admire the landscapes from low altitude while sitting right behind the pilot 🙂.

-2- These routes mainly use Cessna 208 Caravans.



At the Msembe airstrip, we’re greeted around 1:30 PM by a guide and a driver from our chosen lodge. They brought a picnic basket, which we enjoy at a nearby picnic area. We’re by the Ruaha River, completely dry—it’s scorching hot.

-3- The first mammals we encounter are a pair of female impalas, accompanied by a young male.



Reminder: Click on the image to view it in larger size. 😉

-4- To save the hippopotamus populations from certain death, rangers had to dig holes in the sand with bulldozers. Fortunately, water is present beneath the sand layer.



-5- This crocodile doesn’t seem to have been accepted as a swimming neighbor by the hippos...



We’ll explore along the river for 2-3 hours before crossing it at a ford toward the southern part of the reserve.

-6- The typical landscape of Ruaha, with its many baobabs.



-7- My buddy the R.L.B. is also here to welcome me.... 🙂 🙂



-8- As well as this little bee-eater... 😎



-9- ...which reminds us of the origin of its name...!



-10- Above a rare waterhole, a fish eagle keeps watch for fish...



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*** Please wait until the end of the story for any questions or to share your own experiences in Ruaha. (Or via PM.) Thanks in advance for keeping this account smooth and enjoyable. 😉

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*** I’m not an ornithologist, but birds are an important and unavoidable part of safari discoveries. You’ll find quite a few in the images of my story. 😎

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My three little girls and I went on a family safari in Tanzania. It was magnificent—unbelievable how the animals don’t even notice us. They just go about their lives right before our eyes.

I’ll answer some of the common questions that come up. It’s expensive, but I’d say it costs about the same as a week at a Club Med in Martinique, and honestly, we preferred this. Is it dangerous? Not with the animals if you don’t get out of the car. The real risks are being swept away by water if you go from late February to June, especially in the Serengeti, and car accidents if your guide drives a little too fast (though you can just tell them you’re scared if they overtake without visibility). Should you go to the Serengeti even though it’s far? My answer is yes—it’s where you’ll see lions, lionesses, cheetahs, and leopards (we only saw one).

Booking an agency is a must because the guides call each other as soon as they spot a lion, cheetah, leopard, or especially when it’s safe to cross rivers. We were often alone (just our two cars) except when there was a call—then everyone rushes over, and you end up with about twenty cars.

That’s all for now—feel free to message me privately for more details.

I would wish never to go to bed where I had woken up, to wander my tent from the shores of Egypt to those of the Persian Gulf; to have no goal for the evening other than the evening itself; to traverse on foot, with my eyes and my heart, all these unknown lands, all these races of people so different from my own; to contemplate humanity, God’s finest creation, in all its forms. Lamartine in Fatalla Sayeghir’s Account (1861)

As soon as it’s about flying, I lose all willpower. Being reasonable and thoughtful, I still lose all my composure at the mere possibility of a flight—especially if it’s piloted by F.—and even more so if that flight can take me to unexplored lands. I’ve long wanted to unravel the mystery of animal tourism, and why not in Tanzania, following up on my trip from four years ago, when I was already questioning the glaring inequalities in Zanzibar: the coastal strip sacrificed to capitalism, and the inland areas, just a hundred meters from the waves, where you find—though a bit more peaceful than elsewhere on the continent—the chaos of Africa.

I’m an adventurer at heart. When it comes to the terrain, though, it’s a whole different story. I see people setting off for months at a time; I know my endurance doesn’t last beyond three days. It’s not that I’m afraid of this unfamiliar environment when it comes to embracing different realities. I’m mostly afraid of myself—of this heightened sensitivity that makes me see things I’d rather not see and understand others that sometimes overwhelm me.

After an absolutely fantastic daytime flight, I land in Zanzibar and have to resign myself—this is the whole point of the trip—to what feels like a real spacewalk. I’m alone. My lucky star, backed up by my phone, will serve as my lifeline. I step out of the airport and breathe in the scent of Africa full-on: a mix of exotic perfumes, baked earth, and poorly refined fuel, inevitably mingled with the smell of wood smoke. So many images come flooding back. So many stories. Another world.

I head to Arusha the very next day. The gateway to the country’s northern national parks, this city of half a million offers one of those rare breath-holding dives that Africa keeps secret. As the only white person walking the streets, I know I’m visible and vulnerable, yet I move forward confidently, barely bothered. But where are all my fellow Westerners? While this city draws countless tourists, I only cross paths with one white couple in nearly three hours of walking. Because you have to hold on tight to wander here. You have to stay alert. The traffic is dense and erratic—don’t even trust the fact that in Tanzania, people drive on the left. That can change from one minute to the next, especially with motorbikes. With barely centimeters between vehicles, I weave my way through the urban jungle, trying not to stumble into the huge ditch on my left or get sideswiped by cars brushing past me on the right. Speakers blare music, ads, or political speeches at will—the explosion of yellow and green tells us we’re on the eve of the presidential election—but they barely compete with the calls to prayer, nearly nonstop on this holy Friday. The vital space is as saturated as the sound. Imagine an unbroken line of shops and stalls of every kind—supermarkets haven’t made it here yet—where you can find just about anything: phones, copper pipes, Chinese-made hardware, shoes, clothes, basins, and professional tools… The luckiest own a big store; others spend their lives trying to survive on the profits from selling toothbrushes one at a time on the streets. But maybe it’s more lucrative than spending the day slumped on the sidewalk, preferably missing a limb, trusting your survival to the mercy of passersby.

I think I’ll escape the street by slipping into the narrow alleys of the central market. Here, I know I won’t run into anyone like me! The vendors’ stalls start at waist height; the sellers, perched higher up, haggle or not while discussing prices. Here, colorful fruits and vegetables; there, huge piles of dried fish. Spices, seeds, roots. Smells. Noises. Africa. Life. Further on, the fresh fish aisle makes a right angle with the butchers’. Everywhere, flies—everywhere, the same gesture from vendors swatting blindly at these relentless pests. Aware that I’ll be eating this same meat within the hour, displayed with total disregard for basic hygiene, I reassure myself that Arusha sits at 1400m altitude. Yes, we can probably do without a fridge.

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It’s time to leave the city and go wildlife spotting in the surrounding parks. To that end, I’ve negotiated a package deal with a local agency that prides itself on grouping solo travelers into a vehicle meant for seven. We leave behind the imposing masses of Mount Meru and Kilimanjaro, peaking at 4565m and 5895m respectively, and head west to conquer Tarangire and Ngorongoro parks. I’ve been promised a spectacle; I remain cautious. I’ve read rave reviews; I know how to temper my expectations. Above all, I know what I came for—and paradoxically, my hopes are less about animals than strictly anthropological. So I’m sure I won’t go home disappointed.

I’m in the thick of it. Since 2021, tourism has been booming: I’m one of the two million tourists who come here every year seeking thrills. I also contribute, in a small way, to the 20% of the country’s GDP generated by tourism revenue. Around 3 billion € annually… Tanzania has 16 national parks, twice as many reserves; it charges meticulously for every entry, every night, every activity, to the tune of several dozen euros. I calculated that Tarangire Park alone rakes in around 15 million € a year. Mind-boggling. Yet to get there, a dusty, rickety old track is used daily by hundreds of vehicles that literally saturate the surrounding area with white dust and exhaust fumes. At the park entrance, we wait a good hour while the driver pays the entry fees. Then it’s a free-for-all: dozens of 4x4s try to enter at the same time through the single access point, to the left of the building, while the three barriers are stuck due to a computer glitch. It’s pure chaos: no way to buy your ticket in advance—the QR code revolution hasn’t arrived; no smart layout before the barriers; nothing smooth, nothing practical, everything improvised.

So, the animals? Given the time and money involved, I’d be tempted to say it’s not worth the hassle and there’s really no need to break five legs off one of the too-many zebras we pass. Hours and hours of travel to get to Tanzania, specifically Arusha; hours and hours on the road—up to 12 hours a day—to spend barely three in the parks; at least 200 € per day for the most basic option, so 400 € in my case, and up to several thousand for those wealthy couples opting for the luxury package with a private vehicle. Sure, I saw zebras and elephants in their natural habitat, wildebeest, buffalo, and a few hippos, but I didn’t feel the thrill touted in the articles or even by my two-day trip organizer. Would I have been more satisfied if I’d seen the lion, the leopard, and the rhino? Maybe. But the story won’t be rewritten in light of those assumptions.

Yet I’m not disappointed. As I said earlier: I know what I came for. I wanted to see the world as it is with my own eyes. And the safari world fascinates me more for its anthropological aspect than for what it offers. Yes, the fact that people from all over the world come here, juggling hotels and big 4x4s—while notably avoiding the streets of cities and villages—truly fascinates me. Two worlds coexist on either side of a barely porous border. As soon as the tourist sets foot in the airport, they’re whisked away, sight unseen, into a tourist vehicle. Dropped off at the hotel, they rest there, shielded from view, until the 4x4 departs. Then they speed through those same cities and villages they scorn out of fear or disdain, leaving on the roadside the Maasai herding their flocks and all those poignant or mundane scenes that make up daily African life. In the evening, in their lodge, far from the city’s pulse, they fall asleep thinking about the images they’ve collected, those long hours on the road, the wait for the animals. And the days go by… Maybe the term *luxury*, whether for food or accommodation, refers to what we experience as utterly ordinary in the West? Forgetting that you’re there, in Africa, just steps away from poverty and a certain arbitrariness. And at the end of the journey: back to the airport, back to normal life.

Maybe we need to take a broader view. All that money seems invisible, yet it must serve the population at some point, right? The main roads are passable, the power grid seems well-maintained—I can tell by the excellent condition of the high-voltage transmission towers. Is it really too expensive to significantly improve all the infrastructure? I hoped this windfall would truly serve the people’s interests. The driver taking me back to the airport on the last evening dashes my sweet illusions: « All this is bad. Africa is bad. But you have no choice. The hospitals don’t work, the schools don’t work, the roads don’t work (just as he says this, roadworks force us onto a terrible detour for several kilometers—a rutted track, in fact), and if you say anything, if you speak up too much, they come for you and then you disappear. » That’s just one opinion. Nothing empirical. But I don’t need to be a West Point graduate to realize how rampant corruption is in these regions: while the muezzin bellows the greatness of Allah, I consider the dilapidated equipment and the energy expended by the masses just to survive here. But maybe all that money keeps the country afloat by paying civil servants’ salaries? Meanwhile, one thing is certain: regardless of where the profits go, tourism supports millions of people, and I’m in no position to judge this system too harshly. Maybe I’m too much of an aesthete to appreciate the almost exclusive use of corrugated iron at its true value…

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I’ll give this system credit for one thing: the chance to set foot in spaces impossible to visit otherwise. At one point, in the heart of the Ngorongoro Crater—a vast 20km-wide plain topped by a 600m-high caldera—I was simply happy to be there. Barely bothered by the constant ballet of 4x4s—the space is vast—I contemplate the simple life of the local animals. Buffalo, wildebeest, zebras as numerous as the flamingos patiently standing on one leg, waiting for the day to pass. Over there, you can make out a few hyenas with vultures circling above. Finally, in a large body of water, hippos surface at regular intervals. I’m aware of my luck. I’m especially aware that, unlike all the people I’ve met there, a lot of money and a little resourcefulness greatly favor the luck factor.

I’m heading home. I soak up the last images of this improbable Africa as night falls quickly over the countryside. I’m fascinated by the number of Maasai herding their livestock along the main road. Some pass the time, globalization obliges, on an old phone; others, sometimes as young as my eldest—barely 10 years old—watch us pass, indifferent. We overtake or are overtaken; the two-lane road is the stage for a majestic ballet of semi-trailers, *dalas-dalas*, and other 4x4s, as numerous as the names of their companies: Leopard Tours, Climbing Kilimanjaro, Smiling Zebra, Nomad Life Enhanced, Elephant Roaming, Mountain Warrior, Master of the Ambush… They drop me off at the hotel, where I have an hour to shower and change into clean clothes before my return flight. Already, I’m slipping back into my own world without really seeing it, leaving behind the hotel’s glass window that African life to which nothing truly binds me. Then that chaotic, suffocating nighttime drive to the airport. Check-in; the stupid questions (« Where are you going? »); the slow police officer who, in the end, stamps my passport anywhere; the idiocy of the security agent (my empty 33cl bottle is forbidden); the rather shabby lounge at Kilimanjaro Airport. Then the return to the vessel—to the Air France plane that left Zanzibar an hour earlier—after this 72-hour spacewalk without a real lifeline. I’ve never been so happy to see F. again.

Hey fellow travelers,

As a huge Asia lover, I don’t usually post trip reports here since I find it so easy to get around in those countries (whether online beforehand or on the spot). But after 15 days in Zanzibar, I figured our experience (we’re traveling as a couple) might help some of you.

To sum it up, this island is absolutely stunning but not exactly a walk in the park for independent travelers!

**TRANSPORTATION**

Since we’re not Bill Gates, we have to make choices—especially in Zanzibar, which is way pricier than Asia.

One option was taking the *dalla dalla* (local minibuses) to get around the island, but it was just too complicated for us. For example, going from Nungwi to Matemwe takes half an hour by car but hours by *dalla dalla* because you *have* to go back through the capital!

Taking taxis from one hotel to another didn’t interest us since we see travel as a way to immerse ourselves in the country and get as close to locals as possible (sounds a bit pompous, but I couldn’t find a better way to put it!!).

So, we decided to rent a car to move freely and stop wherever we wanted. If you’re looking for info on the Dolphin Tour, Spice Tour, or Safari Blue… you can skip this part—we didn’t do any of that (I know, it’s a shame, but we can’t do everything, right? 😉). There are agencies everywhere that can organize those for you without any hassle.

Long story short, after some searching, we rented a car from Ally Keys (found on *Le Routard*), a small Toyota 4x4 for $350 for 11 days (we drove about 900 km and spent 80 € on gas).

The roads are basically wide boulevards—just watch out for pedestrians and cyclists constantly. Once you leave Stone Town, though, there’s hardly any traffic.

**The police—quite the love story for us!!** First off, no paranoia needed: police checkpoints stop *every* car, not just the ones with "white" people.

In 11 days of driving around the island, we were stopped… 13 times, no joke!!

Every time, they asked for our international driver’s permit and the Tanzanian permit Ally gave us for free before we left. They were all super friendly and didn’t give us any trouble (a few words in Swahili can help). Except once, when they noticed the insurance had expired *two days* earlier 🤪.

We hadn’t paid attention, and neither had Ally—our bad.

It turned into quite the scene, lasting about 2 hours, but Ally, who we called, negotiated with them. The fine went from $200 down to $20, and Ally even reimbursed us afterward!! Quite the experience, to say the least.

**THE PEOPLE**

Okay, I’ll try to explain our experience *without getting "stoned," please*. I’m not judging anyone—I just want to share what we felt during these 15 days (way too short to really understand, of course).

My go-to motto, "If you smile, they’ll smile back," didn’t really work there. We found the locals weren’t exactly approachable, especially the women.

That said, we *did* meet some genuinely kind and selfless people: one in Stone Town, sometimes in the local eateries where we ate, and with hitchhikers (male and female) we picked up whenever we saw them (the only way we found to share a bit of our "wealth" with them). But overall, I found it *really* tough.

At the same time, it clarified things. Every time someone approached us in a friendly, warm way, they had something to offer (a restaurant, a shop to visit, a snorkeling tour, a taxi…). No issues with them—they were lovely, just like the staff at all the hotels we stayed in.

In Matemwe, we walked through the village every morning and evening for 5 days. I made an effort to smile and say hello every day, morning and night, but even by the end, the best I got was a nod.

We learned a few words in Swahili (hello, how are you…) to break the ice, but it was pretty much a lost cause, with a few exceptions.

Obviously, since I’d never experienced anything like this, I tried to find an explanation—but we were there too briefly to really figure it out. Here are my hypotheses:

- The strong Muslim presence (even little girls wear veils). Maybe they see us white people as "depraved," even though we always dressed modestly.

- Smiling might not be part of their communication style (sounds dumb, but you never know!).

- Maybe there’s some resentment toward white people, which, honestly, I’d totally understand. Let me explain: two worlds share this island without really mixing. 50% of tourists stay in Nungwi and Kendwa, 25% stay in resorts all around the island, 23% go from hotel to hotel by taxi or *dalla dalla*, and maybe 2% travel like we did (totally unscientific stats, obviously).

In 11 days of exploring the island (except Stone Town and the beaches), we *never* saw a white person outside a hotel or taxi (no exaggeration)—never in villages, markets…

Luxury resorts sit right next to villages in extreme poverty (no running water, no electricity, etc.), and the tourism money barely trickles down to locals. It’s enough to make you ashamed of being white—I felt that way more than once!

Anyway, if anyone here knows Zanzibaris well, I’d *love* to hear their perspective.

**PHOTOS**

Given what I just said, you can imagine it wasn’t easy.

The women were the hardest to approach—I gave up on taking their photos after 3 or 4 clear refusals (they’d cover their faces, not angrily, but firmly).

Most men I asked agreed.

With kids, anything goes:

- Some pose for a photo and laugh hysterically when they see themselves.

- Some pose but then demand a dollar, shillings, pens, or even your hair tie if that’s all you’ve got!!

Some happily agree when you ask, while others shout a big "Nooooo" or even threaten to throw rocks at you *before* you’ve even turned on your camera!!

Once again, I put myself in their shoes and watched how "white" people behave. They walk by without a word, raise their camera, snap a shot, and leave without even a wave. When you see yourself in that mirror, it really puts things into perspective!

**STONE TOWN**

Like everyone else, we started our trip in Stone Town—one of the most beautiful cities I’ve ever seen (no exaggeration!). Despite being super touristy, it’s managed to keep its soul, which is pretty rare.

The sea and its *dhows* (boats with triangular sails straight out of another era), colonial buildings everywhere (some renovated, others run-down but still beautiful), narrow alleys with stunning doors (not just in hotels, as I thought), women in colorful veils all over the streets, the call to prayer echoing through the alleys, and, of course, the Darajani Street market—not to be missed if you want even a tiny taste of African life. Pure magic!

The only downside? Quite a few shady guys offering all kinds of services, some of them drug users and a bit unsettling (one even waited for hours outside our hotel after we told him we didn’t need anything). We stayed polite and friendly, and it went fine, but it did create a slightly "sketchy" vibe at times.

For our hotel, we spent the first two nights at Karibu Zanzibar Inn, found online for $65 a night. Right in the heart of the old town, perfect for us—clean, quiet, rooftop terrace for breakfast, welcoming staff. Nothing to complain about, except maybe the price!

For the last two nights before leaving, we found a place on the spot, super well-located, for $45 a night (DM me for details if you’re interested).

We also rented bikes to get around—great for $5 a day per bike.

**MONEY**

Money’s a bit tricky here, I found. Some hotels supposedly only accept dollars (not the ones we stayed in, though), and a lot of prices are listed in that currency. Either way, you can leave your euros at home—several exchange bureaus won’t take them. My advice? Bring enough dollars to avoid credit card fees (you can’t withdraw more than 190 € at a time from ATMs, so you’d pay a fee each time).

For our budget, we spent 800 € per person for 14 days, staying in hotels averaging $45 a night (not easy to find, by the way) and eating often in local eateries (more on that below). Meals in touristy restaurants cost between 6 and 9 € per person, a beer is 2 €, a Coke is 1 €…

Don’t forget, for two people: $100 for visas, $60 for airport-port round-trip taxis, and $160 for Dar-Stone Town round-trip boats.

**FOOD & ACCOMMODATION**

We ate in local restaurants about ten times: chicken or beef skewers with fries or rice for 1.50 € per person. But:

1 – You have to find the "restaurant" that doesn’t look like one (usually a roadside shack).

2 – With a shady spot to sit, which isn’t always possible.

3 – For the squeamish, hygiene conditions are *way* below standard (no fridge, well water used to wash dishes, flies everywhere)!!

We figured if locals eat there, it’s probably a good sign, and honestly, the food was good, and we never got sick.

Plus, it’s the best way to meet Zanzibaris.

Hotels were tough to find under $50. Thankfully, we had the car to scout around (prices in guidebooks had gone up!). We chose to stay 5 days in the north of the island (Matemwe) and 5 days in the south (Jambiani), which let us explore almost the whole island.

We decided that on the spot after checking things out.

In Matemwe, we didn’t overthink it—we stayed at Allykeys Bungalow, whose owner rented us the car! At first, we were a bit wary of his offer, but after checking it out, we loved it. Simple bungalows but with everything we needed, a great setting facing the sea, sun loungers to relax, a restaurant and bar by the water, and—best of all—a very local vibe (about 50 *dhows* leaving for fishing every morning between 5:30 and 6:00, and their return around 1:00 PM with haggling over fish prices on the beach—pure bliss).

Just so you know, it’s pretty noisy (I love the call to prayer, but at 4:30 and 5:30 AM, it’s *early*—especially when it goes on for so long!!), no hot water (just lukewarm), and no Wi-Fi. But for that, there’s a great deal at the Green… at the very north end of the beach. Just by ordering a drink (3 € for a beer, 2 € for a Coke), you can enjoy the Wi-Fi and pool all afternoon. Super friendly welcome at this luxury hotel, even for "bumpkins" like us!!

In Jambiani, we found Pakachi Beach Resort—a dream come true. Listed at over $60 online, they offered us a beachfront bungalow (a big bed downstairs, another upstairs with a sea view and ocean breeze included), a bathroom with hot water, Wi-Fi in common areas, and a pool (low tide is *really* low there!!) for $45 a night. It was so amazing we wondered if they mistook us for *Le Routard* guides since we arrived alone with our car!!

It was also super quiet—only three plugs in use, including ours, which might explain it!!

**THE BEACHES**

Quick rundown:

- The most beautiful aesthetically and for swimming anytime: Kendwa, no question. The downside? Way too many resorts for our taste and no local life. We went for a day before heading back to Matemwe.

- The most tourist-packed: Nungwi, obviously. Not our cup of tea, but I guess it’s great for young people who want to party.

- Best for local life: Matemwe, hands down. The daily fishing returns are a highlight, plus village life, seaweed gatherers, kids on the beach—we *loved* it.

- Best for peace and beauty (but no swimming at low tide): Pongwe, Uroa, Kiwengwa, Jambiani, and a special mention for Dongwe, which we found absolutely gorgeous.

- If you want to feel like you’re in the middle of nowhere but still by the water: Kae Kuu and Unguja Ukuu.

There you go—that’s pretty much everything we saw!

Sorry for the novel. I doubt many of you made it to the end of my "prose." At least no one can say I didn’t share my experience this time 😉.

If you’ve got questions, don’t hesitate.

See you soon, and happy travels!

Hello everyone! This trip dates back to late 2021, but since Voyage Forum reopened for writing, I haven’t seen many travel journals about Tanzania, so I decided to repost this one, which I originally shared on another well-known travelers’ site—even though I prefer Voyage Forum’s user experience. It’s also a chance for me to relive this exhilarating trip... So, if you’re up for it, let me take you on a classic adventure: Tarangire - Ngorongoro - Serengeti, plus a little bonus—the small Arusha Park. First off, yes, as the title of this journal suggests, we were lucky enough to spot *tons* of lions. The power they exude is incredible, even if most of the time they just look like big cats napping or strolling around. But lock eyes with one, and you’ll be glad you’re in the jeep.

But let’s not forget the rest of the wildlife—and the landscapes, which are absolutely stunning, with those iconic tree silhouettes.







I remember before leaving, I was a little worried I wouldn’t feel that same sense of wonder I’d experienced two years earlier in Botswana (see my travel journal). That fear was unfounded—the magic worked its charm once again! Note: Since we had limited time, we focused our trip entirely on safari, so this journal is 100% animals and landscapes—and 0% Maasai. Next post: TARANGIRE

KARIBUUU

Over 5 years later, I’m finally getting around to writing the travel journal for our first trip to East Africa: Tanzania. *Polé Polé*, as they say! 😎

A trip I’d started planning just 6 years ago, in February 2019, for my post-internship exam vacation. After returning to South Africa in July 2019 with my family, this trip, planned for September 2019, would be all about discovery and a few firsts: first trip with friends, first trek, first time in East Africa. I really wanted to attempt the Kilimanjaro ascent, try to still see some of its "eternal" ice, and Alison wanted to do as much safari as possible. Unlike with the Zulus, Himbas, or San, visiting a Maasai village wasn’t on the agenda. Thanks to the Kessy Brothers agency, who were super responsive, Sandy from VF, and other members who helped prepare our trip, we settled on the following itinerary:

Day -1 (8/30): Departure from Pointe-à-Pitre Day 0 (8/31): Departure from Paris Day 1 (9/01): Arrival at Kilimanjaro Airport / Ameg Lodge (Moshi) DAY 2 (9/02): Machame gate / Machame camp DAY 3 (9/03): Shira / Shira camp DAY 4 (9/04): Baranco / Baranco camp DAY 5 (9/05): Barafu / Barafu camp DAY 6 (9/06): Barafu + Summit at midnight / Mweka camp DAY 7 (9/07): Mweka gate / Sal Salnero Hotel (Moshi) DAY 8 (9/08): Arusha National Park / Kanga camp DAY 9 (9/09): Tarangire National Park / Kanga camp DAY 10 (9/10): Tarangire National Park / Twiga Lodge DAY 11 (9/11): Lake Manyara / Twiga Lodge DAY 12 (9/12): Ngorongoro Crater / Simba campsite DAY 13 (9/13): Serengeti National Park / Seronera campsite DAY 14 (9/14): Serengeti National Park - Uoga Kuria Camp DAY 15 (9/15): Serengeti National Park / Waso campsite DAY 16 (9/16): Lake Natron / Maasai Giraffe Ecolodge DAY 17 (9/17): Kilimanjaro Airport Day 18 (9/18): Zanzibar Day 19 (9/19): Zanzibar Day 20 (9/20): Zanzibar Day 21 (9/21): Zanzibar

As I mentioned in my first travel journal about our South Africa trip, I’ve had a special connection to Tanzania for a long time. Growing up in the Indian Ocean without ever visiting Africa, those wildlife documentaries on TV when I skipped my pharmacy classes... I imagined and dreamed about this land and country so much.

The original plan was to go just the two of us with Alison, but somehow—though I don’t quite remember how—we ended up organizing the trip with our friends Mélissa and Doriane, who joined us in Arusha after our Kilimanjaro trek for the last two weeks and their very first safari. I think it was Melissa who had the idea to crash our trip, and she was right to do so! 😉 Flights: Pointe-à-Pitre-Grand Case and Grand Case-Paris with Air Caraïbes. Flights: Paris-JRO and ZNZ-Paris with Kenya Airways (layover in Nairobi). Flight: JRO-ZNZ with Air Tanzania.



Safe travels! !

In 2015, for my 50th birthday, my daughter and I went to Kenya and Tanzania for a safari. Ten years later, for my 60th, a new African adventure: returning to Tanzania, this time to attempt the ascent of Mount Meru.

After watching documentaries and films about Everest climbers, I’ve always been drawn to the idea of experiencing something like that. I’m impressed by those who risk their lives just to chase their dreams and push their limits (my partner would say they’re crazy). I’ve never pretended I could climb the roof of the world. My sights were set on Kilimanjaro instead. But when my daughter planned our adventure, she lowered my ambitions by a few meters by choosing Meru—and I get it. We’re both very active, but we’re not seasoned athletes. And our mountains in Quebec, as beautiful as they are, don’t offer the chance to climb very high to test our endurance against the lack of oxygen.

So, to prepare physically, I worked my 60-year-old legs daily by walking and climbing small hills near home. As for altitude sickness, I’ll have to trust my system and my old lungs, but it still stresses me out. The departure is approaching, and there’s no turning back—I tell myself that at worst, I’ll have tried.

February 2nd, departure day. We leave Montreal on an Air France flight as scheduled. Luckily, because we were worried, our flight times were delayed, and our layover at CDG will be tight. After a 6.5-hour flight to Paris, no messing around—we have just enough time to sit for about thirty minutes before boarding another 8.5-hour flight to Zanzibar, still with Air France. In Zanzibar, we stay on the plane while pale-faced passengers disembark, replaced by sun-kissed travelers (it’s sunny and warm in Zanzibar). We then take a short flight to Kilimanjaro Airport, our final destination. Exhausted but happy to step off the big metal bird, a driver from the agency we chose (Soaring Flamingo) waits to take us to our hotel, the Tulia in Arusha. It’s 2 AM when we finally collapse onto the mattress. Tomorrow, we’ll spend the day recovering from the sleepless flight, relaxing by a murky pool in a beautiful flower-filled courtyard, surrounded by palm trees and the everyday sounds of Africa. At that moment, I feel privileged to share this experience with my daughter, and I think about the mountain that awaits us.

To be continued...