It is fair to attempt to address the archipelago's human history, although it is impossible to to it any justice within the confines of an electronic and sporadic blog. The history fills volumes. The islands are separated by as little as 15 miles and as much as 30 miles from mainland Africa and the watery passage through the Indian Ocean was crossed nearly 20,000 years ago by tribes believed to be of primarily of Bantu origin. Little is known of the livelihoods and establishments made prior to the onset of trade and travel with first started with Arabian and Persian traders arrival in full force as early as the 8th century. Unguja (Zanzibar) is home to a convenient natural port, defensible and providing good anchorage, located in the present-day "Stone Town" district in Zanzibar Town. It would take a bit of time but by the 12th to 15th century, settlements established and the Arabian-Persian Gulf trade networks booming, Zanzibar experienced unprecedented trade and activity. As a powerful city-state Zanzibar exported slaves, gold, ivory and wood to distant ports in India and Asia while importing glasses, spices, textiles and Islam. The latter list is oddly what the islands are known for today. Along with this infusion of activity, ideals and people developed the present-day Islamic architecture (which famously is showcased in Stone Town), the creation of a language (Swahili) and establishment of spice-based economy.
As the age of exploration fired up in Europe the Portuguese took hold of the islands in a brief interruption of Arabian rule during the 16th century. They would have little long term affect on the islands, although one can see Portuguese cannons, there are vestiges of Portuguese influences in some Swahili words and the introduction of card-playing. The first Europeans only held the islands for about 200 years before the Sultanate of Oman took hold of the islands and established a powerful economy of cash crops, trade of mainland African goods and human slaves to Arab elites. The slaves were not only exported but also utilized on the plantations extensively to build the Islamic-based empire which would sow the seeds of discontent years to come. In 1890 the British took a precarious role, forming a protectorate out of Zanzibar, taking a management role while not ousting the Sultans outright. A sultan death and unfavorable succession lead to a brief skirmish in 1896 known as the Anglo-Zanzibar War which, lets just say, with a duration of 38 minutes it holds the record as the shortest war in history. The British did, in their brief history, push for the abolishment of slavery and the slave trade on the island and in 1963 the islands gained their independence and formed a constitutional monarchy.
However, independence did not mean that the formal economically entrenched colonist would flee their lives and businesses. It took no less than a month and little more than three hours before a mere 300-600 armed and organized Zanzibari rebels under the guidance of "Field Marshall" John Okello over-ran the Zanzibar police and seized control of prime bureaucratic structures in Old Stone Town. What followed was a bloody genocide which killed between 5,000 and 12,000 Arab and Asian immigrants, stripped another several thousand Indian and Arab business owners of their lands, homes and businesses and rid the island of its last Sultan. By April the island archipelago was consumed by a much larger mainland former colony, Tanganyika, to create the Republic of Tanzania. Zanzibar still enjoys relative autonomy in the contemporary arrangement.
Ben and I arrived a bit road wary, having taken a bus from Kampala, Uganda to Arusha, Tanzania via Kenya and having dealt with all that happens at the borders, on the over-crowded buses and the pushy touts. We had spent well over 22 hours on that bus and faced another grizzly ride from Arusha to the coast, so we did what our backs, our backsides and our patience would allow....took a plane. It was amazing to see Tanzania pass under an almost cloudless sky from Arusha, home of Mt. Meru, to the coast. We saw multiple dirt devils, twisting the eroded featureless grasslands, we saw the tale-tale signs of irrigated farmlands (a green splash on a dusty brown moonscape) and the Rift Valley which soon gave way to large coastal towns such as Dar Salaam. One we checked into our hotel in the winding narrow streets of Stone Town we tended to needs such as food and a haircut for Ben. We quite often satisfied our hunger in the afternoon hours down on the sea shore, where vendors fried, boiled and grilled everything you could imagine from the sea. Fishermen, among the dizzying noise of fish sizzle on fire, crowds wheeling-n-dealing and shouts of advertisement to the family table, served up a variety of fish, shark, octopus, squid and compliments of chapati, vegetables and baked sweets. We splurged a few times and visited local restaurants, varying from Indian, Swahili, Sea Food to Asian, always with the same results...some of the best food we were to enjoy on our trip. From spiced coffees, Swahili sweet cakes (hawa), Tsatsiki, and Indian Marsala dishes to road-side roasted octopus, the food rivals some of the best I have had in my traveling experience (with none of the travelers regret in the bathroom the next day). Strolling back from our night excursion, we found a rather empty local "barber shop" with about four Zanzibari youth, stylishly clad in baggy jeans and hip-hop T's smiling inside..."Haircut for 4,000 Shillings ($3.50 USD)?" Sure why not. It was very interesting, Ben got the haircut of a lifetime, the care and precision I have never before witnessed, and I got to sit on the stairs among the Americana poster clad shop (sports heroes, rap singers looking on) and chat with three very nice young Zanzibari men. We talked about America, where we were from, how we found Zanzibar and did I know Lebron James (after all he is from Ohio). I really enjoyed my days winding through these streets of sweet eats, touts, and shopkeepers.
We decided that we would take a trip to the interior of the island to visit the famed "Jozani Forest Reserve," so we jumped in the back of a local covered transport truck. It was our first trip to see the rest of Zanzibar's urban area and pass into the rural areas, once covered in plantations. The trip itself was adventuresome, we passed a large painting of a pathetic and patriotic looking Saddam Hussein after his capture, we passed crowded markets of people bartering for clothing for the children as required by upcoming Ramadan. And of course the one man that knew any English on the overcrowded truck, wanted us to pay for his fare...hmm. The whole time we are unsure of whether the truck knows where we wanted to go and wondering if we know where to jump off.