CHAPTER XXV 



CHWAKA, DUNGA, AND THE WAHADIMU 



The drive out — bathing — native fisher-folk — Mark and the natives 

 — Dunga — the haunted house — history of the Wahadimu — 

 an experimental garden. 



After my husband had been ill with fever three 

 times in three months the doctor ordered a change. 

 Prison Island, one of the health resorts, was oc- 

 cupied, so we went across the Island to Chwaka, 

 which is on the other side facing the Indian Ocean, 

 very much cooler and more pleasant than the town 

 of Zanzibar. It is said that one of the Sultans 

 was wrecked off the coast there and had a difficulty 

 in crossing the Island back to his home, so he said 

 it should not occur again, and built a road across. 

 Now it is used as a health resort, with two or three 

 Government bungalows, for the use of which one 

 pays rent by the day, and a little palace for the 

 Sultan ; the rest of the place is a native village. A 

 drive of twenty-one miles took us there, our luggage 

 and boys started off early in a cart drawn by two 

 bullocks. We started at 2.20 p.m. in a grand car- 

 riage drawn by mules. Carriages were changed at 



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