EXPLORE THE ZANZIBAR COLLECTION
Stendhal syndrome (as everybody knows of course) causes rapid heartbeat, dizziness, fainting, confusion and even hallucinations, when an individual is exposed to particularly beautiful art or a large amount of art in a single place. The term can also be used to describe a similar reaction, when confronted with immense beauty in the natural world, according to my trusted expert, Wikipedia.
In my case, it is the knee-weakening vision of Zawadi Beach Villas in Zanzibar, which has induced this condition.
An hour or so before this sudden onset of the Dreaded Lurgi, the lovely voice of Captain van der Westhuizen welcomes us to Zanzibar and thanks us for flying Mango Airlines from South Africa, a very comfortable three and a half hour flight. Our driver PK from Tradewinds Transfers promptly awaits us outside the tiny third-world airport and for the next hour, I am immersed in the sights and sounds of Zanzibar as we pass cows, scooters carrying up to three passengers, women clothed in burkas and laughing children on their way home from school, all beneath giant swaying palm trees in the tropical heat. Brightly coloured clothes
