Went to reception this morning to ask about excursions, and the guy mentioned Prison Island, which the British meant to serve as a prison, but it ended up being an island to quarantine migrants to Zanzibar. And it’s full of tortoises from Seychelles. Of course, as everyone knows:
The place is fantastic, and I was the first tourist there:
Then I had a nice prawn curry with a decent view (rooftop doesn’t open until dinner):
Heart of Dorkness 