equally varied. Countless variations of blue, gray and green create infinite variety, providing also the sands of the desert.
Sand is yellow, water is blue - but never in the same way.
When I stood at the wooden railing of the dhow, I couldn't from sometimes huge shoals of fish in all shapes and colors in the blue waters of the Indian Ocean. And when one of the trawl nets from the sea was pulled, I saw bizarre fish on the deck, as I had never before seen it: colorful fish with a fringe
Sometimes spikes, quergestreift, even lengthwise. Fish, which looked like slab stones or butterflies. Fish that I got in the water usually only for a brief moment to face before they dissolved in the deep.
These days, I felt like a gift of God. Days on which the sea from its best side showed. Uniform, rose and fell the swell. It was a pleasantly gentle breathing, and the foaming waves rolled very gently into white stripes heckwärts on the ship over. "The crew had time to several times a day to tune up their prayers and haunting chants:" Allah akbar "(Allah is great), where are the men on the planks terrasanta, to pray. You bowed to North, to Mecca, where the meteorite Hajar al-Aswad in the Kaaba, a cube, is kept. A sacred black stone, Abraham once received according to the beliefs of Muslims by the Archangel Gabriel.
The clear nights, however, were even more beautiful than the sunny days. Then I lay on the deck on a grass mat and looked to the myriads of stars up, which sparkled in the Velvet darkness like cat's eyes. A glowing night sky in which the milky way to the intervention was near, while the black, silent expanse of the Indian Ocean seemed like a corridor of time, where centuries of seafaring windblown.
Then Zanzibar. The discovery of the famous Spice Island goes back to the Bantus, who moved from the Mainland by a long sunken land bridge. Later came the Sumerians and Assyrians, Egyptians and Phoenicians, Chinese and Arabs, Dutch and British. All hoped to create wealth through gold, spices and slaves. And all worked up in the historical Island diary. Many risked their lives to get here, and many have lost it. Zanzibar is a fallacious paradise, which reminded me of a set of the French poet Stéphane Mallarmé (1842-1898): Beware of the desires that come true.
East of the old town the House of a good old friend attracted on Zanzibar, which I had read everything that I could find. Since he is dead but already more than 100 years, I never got to know him. I mean the Scottish doctor and Missionary David Livingstone (1813-1873). He lived for 30 years in Central Africa, of which he spent many months in Zanzibar, where he vehemently campaigned against the slave trade, whose Spuren I encountered in many places in Zanzibar. «The House of Hadi bin Muhammed bin Juma bin Rajad short el Murjebi,» Tippu tip called". This prestigious merchant of Arab African descent is considered to be one of the most notorious slave and ivory traders. Mid-19th century he planned numerous maritime raids and looting, which earned him an incredible asset in his magnificent home on Zanzibar. In this way, he became one of the richest and most powerful men in East and Central Africa.