After the catalog shoot ended, the crew packed up and went back to New York. I wasn’t ready to go home yet. I left the safari camp down a dusty road and boarded a prop-jet to the island of Zanzibar. It was a major stop on the spice route, known for its cloves. Zanzibar was also the birthplace of Freddy Mercury. Every afternoon at high tide, a group of boys jump off the pier in Stone Town’s Forodhani Gardens. My kind of place.
