I’m on the beach. It’s a nice beach. Dave and I are checking out the dive shops. I’m pointing to one of the old style boats in the harbor. There were lots of them. Remember, Zanzibzr is an island. Virtually everything that comes here comes on a boat. I sat during lunch the same day and watched a bunch of locals wade into the water and unload all kinds of cargo by hand while he boat was anchored in the shallow area of the beach.