No wind plenty to do

So I have always told myself with my cars when the light comes on I still have 50 miles to go, right? If i was to ever have kids i would tell them that too, give them a few adventures? Yes running out of fuel is bad for your car - but bloody everything is bad for you or a risk. Its less about not fcking up and more about the adventure of getting through them. Saskia might disagree when I pushed us a touch far on our road trip back from Hyeres but hey we found an Irish Bar in a tiny french village in the middle of the night and convinced someone to buy us fuel. The days when the pumps didn't take British cards! I am fairly sure that journey will be one she'll recall with a smile and returns vividly to her with any classic Kylie Minogue song, poor Kylie so nearly went out the window 🤭😱. 

I have run out of fuel 2.5 times in my life,  the 0.5 time is when the car finished just as I reached the forecourt so I didn't have far to push it, but I was heading to a triathlon.  The 5 Ps , Preparation  prevents piss poor performance..... so does filling up your car.

Well I made it home last night as the  moped fuel indicator blips became one lonely little blip.....50miles right.  One lonely blip on vehicle I don't really know....cue getting up the next morning  and heading to the petrol station.....first one no petrol.....second one no petrol.......now the third one would be commitment most likely past the point  of return

As I cruised towards petrol station the psychology of those first two blips of petrol that go seemingly so inconsequentially with barely a thought ran through my mind. Yet the final two blips, I am sure contain less fuel and psychological they are going to disappear any second now......no now.......what about now.....

I rattled in not quite spluttering but  did put 4.5 litres in a 5 litre tank......but annoyingly as full as it was I never got that final blip on my fuel guage......not sure what that mean for blip logic and fuel

Today I am just craving to be able to sleep more than 3 hours a night. It is blowing my brain and I am starting to go slightly sleep deprived mad and motivation is shrinking

Anyway off to Kuza cave I go (my original destination of yesterday) ....usual fun on the road but having done this one in day and night the pothole weaving speed bump jumping is happening at an overly confident increasing speed.

There are numerous caves on the island which I have been informed is made up of coral limestone mainly overlaid with shallow red earth that forms the off road surface and is like wet cement with any sniff off water and glue for the moped.

The Kuza cave while not vast is probably the first time I have actually cooled off and is maybe a good example of actually working for the community.

Outside Stone Town schools and education are not so easily come by and Kuza with the opening of the cave to tourists has meant the development of a school and electricity for the surrounding area in the last 6years. There is a guide to take you the short walk to the caves and he is very well informed speaks 3 languages and is learning another. He is from mainland Tanzania and his equivalent here in Zanzibar has very little education. There maybe differences in quality of education back home.....but to have access to none 🤯....roughly 90% of the world's population have completed primary education but the distribution of those that havent makes a stark contrast and impact country to country. The association with life expectancy can also not be underestimated the life expectancy, in Zanzibar is 66yrs old while the UK stacks it in at 80yrs. I like to think I am still well under halfway given my grandparents rocked it out to their late 90s and early 100s.

Anyway the proceeds from the cave tour fees gave back into the local community and this can be seen at other places too.

The water is so clear that it almost doesn't seem like it is there. There are no creatures in the water but there are biting flying things!

From here I got back on the moped and onto the busier road to the Jozani Forest

A forest made of many tropical plants but most significantly Mahogany which is used to fund the preservation of the mangroves  just over the road . It seemed weird to drive seemingly to the midde-ish of the island yet be on mangroves with a not insignificant tidal range some 3KM from the sea.

Anyway it's all about the monkeys - the blue ones that are bonkers and steal your sunglasses eat  your food

Right now I am.not.loolimg but just wait!!!

 Then there are the protected red Colombus.monkeys  that are found only here. We spotted some fire ants, an elephant shrew(moved too quick), plenty of millipedes (which they make soup with) and mud crabs apparently they taste of mud!

try and spot the mud crabs in this one

At the end of the jungle mangrove tour there was a little stop with someusic and dancing and In fairly sure they regretted giving my the maracca to shake completely put of time

I hopped on my scooter to get back for some food ahead of my late afternoon wing session........ Which instead got converted into a little run and a swim  in my disco pool

And yes another it must be a holiday.......we have ice cream