Woah...every bus to Dar es Salaam that went by Mwanga was full. Well, that doesn't matter when the locals decide to charge you twice the real price and use some of the profit to bribe the first non-reputable company that goes by to let you on anyway. Who needs a seat? You can always squeeze into a gap on the back seat. Great, a 9 hour journey in serious discomfort and to top it all off, the man next to me will NOT SHUT UP!

Nice as he may be...I should add...it's just, no one really wants to talk in broken English about religion and whether or not they've been saved yet.

Sigh.

Anyway, we got to Dar and spent an uneventful night there before getting on the ferry to Stone Town, our home for the final month of our trip.

First impressions of Stone Town are mixed - More Arabic than African given its spice route past - we feel as if we are in a different country. Chaotic. Cars and touts everywhere. That didn't matter though as we placed the call to our new employer who told us a car would be with us within minutes. Bring in Raishidi, the dive centre odd-job, buying and general Mr-Fix-It who picked us up and took us to meet Gary the owner. A nice lunch, a tour of the dive centre and then an introduction to our new house followed.

So, after 11 months on the road we're here, it's hot and sunny again. We have a big house that may be full of legions of mosquitos for now but we'll be getting ourselves to the local market and getting the biggest can of mossi-killer money can buy. We've got a supermarket accross the road and restaurants, yep I said RESTAURANTS! in town that sell a variety - yep, that's right - I said VARIETY of food! And let's not forget the bars, there's actually bars. With people in them. And tourists, other tourists.

Then, let's not forget the diving. The wooden boats (dhows) look stunning and it looks like we've got one of them as a dive boat.

It might be the final month but it looks like it'll be a good one.