Tim was a pilot in the Middle East when we first came to Zanzibar on a flight he was operating. It was 1992, before electricity, tarmac or cell phone networks.
When Tim sat on the Matemwe Beach all those moons ago, he gazed out to the Indian Ocean, and felt the kusi breeze from the south and the kaskazi from the north, and he imagined what home might be. He envisaged a huge roof, a round table from which to eat, and two bedrooms strategically placed to catch these signature trade winds in our dreams. Nyumba Kubwa is the central hub of our home, the heart of it. Over the years, it has become a space filled with books, memories, trinkets from Tim's travels, stories, our daughters' art, our dog Didi, a piano that needs to be played, perhaps, indeed, all the stuff of life that solidifies our imaginings of what makes a 'home'.
We welcome you to make our home your home for a while. Come, breathe, feel the sand between your toes and the wind on your skin. Wash the world off for a while, unwind, eat fish. It's sort of like a hotel, but totally isn't.