I am in zanzibar shooting.
I have to admit that this is a beautiful place: I can certainly say that it is one of the best places I have ever been around the world.
In all honesty the trip was a bit complicated: I did everything I could to buy a flight ticket that would take less trips possible, to avoid doing a trip around the world to arrive here. So we managed, after many difficult searches, to find a flight from Milan to Frankfurt/Frankfurt to Zanzibar: perfect!
We left Frankfurt, the flight went well and we landed.
My seat was in the first row, therefore as we landed I shot out of the plane, wanting to avoid all sorts of cues.
I get out, entering some sort of milanese indoor swimming pool atmosphere, hot and humid, and I start to fill in all various papyruses of the flight/customs/airport african bureaucracies…
Already everything was strange, one being that all the personnel I was having a conversation with were wearing a little white mask on their face.
Also it was 6 o’clock in the morning, 5 o’clock for me.
In short everything, between the hot/humid, the early morning and the lasked people, was a little strange.
But the top still had to come: I finish with the bureaucracy and I get out.
I look around.
I see no one waiting for me.
I look around.
At the end I decide to ask about zanzibar: “zanzibar sir!?!?” “yes!” “I am sorry sir, but we are not in zanzibar”
“we are not in zanzibar?!?! Where are we?!?” “in kenya! Sir” “IN KENYA?!?!?!?”
I was in kenya!
At this point, even warmer, sweatier and disorientated, I managed to get back in and get back to my plane.
I get into the plane and I find it completely empty. Deserted.
In the meantime the personnel had changed, so there weren’t even “my” hostesses.
They looked at me with a look mixed between flabbergasted and disgusted when, by this point in a bath of sweat, I desperately asked “where is everyone?!?!?”
Excuse me? Everyone who?!?!?
At the end I found out that there was a pre scheduled stop for the airline but not scheduled for us and that after me everyone was made to get off the plane to wait for the crew to change over to then take off (finally!) for zanzibar.
There are huge risks for a fashion photographer that travels around the world, ehi?!?!?
At the end everything went ok, everyone lived happily ever after and finally I landed in the paradise you see here above.
A lot of news and stories coming up in the next few days, which I have already here ready to cook… stay tuned!