In the land of slave and spices trade

Welcome to an island bordered with dreamy beaches delimited by palm trees, in crystalline turquoise waters filled with colorful fishes that thrive in pristine coral reefs, on top of which the traditional dhows still navigate with their triangular sails. An island inhabited by colorful and endemic monkeys, an island in whose deep forests witchcraft is still practiced in the traditional way. An island where you can feel the history in every corner, where the traces of the colonialism and the slave trade are omnipresent. An island whose history is full of romantic tales, adventures, explorations, infamies, slaughters, ivory trade, bloody revolutions, invasions... and where everything is flavored by the smell of spices!
I came to Zanzibar looking for a little relax after a pretty tough period, but I barely stop in my hotel for sleeping! There is so much to do and to see: the spice tour, the Zanzibar red colobus monkey, diving, fortresses, old palaces and harems, the labyrinth of the old town, the markets, the beaches... you know me, and I cannot stop in such a place.
My original plan was to spend one night in Stone Town (the capital), and then head to some beach-relax place. But I got haunted by this city! Of course I have gone out to do and see things, but the part of town is simply so charming! Stone Town seems to be anchored in time: the narrow streets, the people in their traditional costumes, the smell of the spices everywhere... it feel like in a tale from the Arabian Nights.