Letter of the week
Dr Livingstone, I presume?
IN 2001, my family and I visited Zanzibar from Oman. Thanks to a generous Omani neighbour, Thuwayba, we were given the keys to the Stone Town house they had owned for generations, the proud possessor of a magnificent carved door much admired by all that passed by.
Perhaps best of all, we were also told where to go to see David Livingstone’s medical bag (‘The world’s my oyster’, May 10). We found the bag in a nondescript corner of a small Stone Town museum, tucked away at the back of a simple display case. Only a handwritten luggage tag, ink faded over the years, betrayed its origins.
For an expatriate
