Winding lanes, the friendly sound of Swahili and the muezzin call to prayer from the nearby minaret welcome me to Stone Town, the historic trade centre of Zanzibar City influenced by its Shirazi and Arabic past.
Fresh fish is being sold on markets, street vendors offer traditional Arabic coffee, sugarcane juice or fresh cut coconuts while I find myself sitting on steps surrounded by hand carved wooden doors, admiring the lively ambience.
Inland the air is heavily filled with a sent of ginger, cinnamon and clove. Monkeys are playing high up in the trees of the rainforest where the spices grow.
Children dressed in school uniforms disappear into the thick jungle and it takes me one step to discover an untouched hidden paradise.
Away from all-inclusive tourism hotels, the coastline is spotted with empty endless white beaches, high palm trees and traditional fisherman boats. At low tide women roam through the crystal clear blue water to farm seaweed from the reef.
At night I can hear the palm trees swaying in the wind and the sound of the sea, slowly taking me to sleep – leaving me wonder if it was all a dream.
The photographs are raw and shot on film with a Minolta XG-1.