Lemongrass, cinnamon, cardamom, turmeric, nutmeg, vanilla, cloves and many more spices that I have now forgotten; Starfruit, jackfruit (described as a cross between a banana and pineapple), coconut (juice and flesh – yum), pineapple, bananas, passion fruit (now my personal favourite) and a young man climbing the coconut tree singing a song (this last part felt very touristy). There was no trip to watch Watford play, betting on the horses at a windswept Wincanton races or a bracing walk on a Somerset beach this Boxing Day; instead Marco and I went on a tour of a spice farm on the outskirts of Stone Town. We learnt about, sampled and photographed numerous spices and fruits. At the same time one of the guides kept on making different items out of palm leaves – a basket to carry our spice samples, hat, tie and glasses – mainly I think to make us tourists look silly when we arrived back in Stone Town still wearing some of the gifts. At the end of the meal we had a basic, but delicious, meal of rice and vegetables cooked using many of the spices from the farm.
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