Today we tried urojo, which is a mango coconut soup with vadas and crispy chatpatta stuff, drizzled with chilli and tamarind, and topped with a skewer or two of grilled beef. It was the first food we had which was tasty, distinctive and local, a trifecta that has largely eluded us (getting even one has been difficult). I understand it’s distinctively Zanzibari, so unlikely we’ll have it again, but it properly cheered me up, especially since we had a glass each of sugar cane juice which was the nice super-fresh kind that tastes almost citrusy.
We then went to a western style restaurant for a second brunch, where we had an ok salad and some very nice pancakes with caramelized sugar and bananas. Most of the tiny restaurant was taken up by a Bohri family, the kind where all the older women wore their distinctive colourful hijabs and the younger women were in short tight skirts. It reminded me of being in Karachi. Anyway, this family of 8 ordered enough food for at least 20 and ploughed through it energetically, which was both an admirable sight and made our tiny snack quite late in coming out of the kitchen.
Tomorrow, all being well, we leave Zanzibar.