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five-rivers · 3 years

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A ghost coral reef in the zone sounds rad as hell. Bruh, merfolk ghosts? Are they the sirens of legend?

I am connecting dots...

Keep connecting those dots! (Also, this ask is old enough that I no longer remember what it was originally referring to, sorry!)

Normally, Danny would be thrilled to be on a cruise. He was still a little excited. Apart from fishing trips with his dad, he’d never really been on a boat, let alone one as long as this one. But the fact that this was the ‘ghost tours’ equivalent of the seven seas put a serious damper on his enjoyment.

Honestly, though, he and Jazz should have known it would turn out like this. In their entire life they'd had only one 'ghost free' vacation... and that hadn't been ghost free at all, thanks to Youngblood.

Their itinerary included presumptive sites of various famous shipwrecks, haunted beaches, the giant garbage vortex (just... why?) and, of course, Bermuda.

"Why are we going to the giant garbage vortex?" asked Jazz, glaring at the itinerary, who was much braver than Danny. Her rolling suitcase caught on a bump, but she yanked it free and sped up to keep up with their parents.

"Because of the corpses!" said Maddie, cheerfully.

"Great," she muttered. "I think I'll just stay in our cabin the whole time we're there."

"The shops inside should probably be fine," said Danny. "They've got a movie theater."

"Hm," grunted Jazz.

"I thought you would be excited!" said Jack. "Aren't you kids really into the environment and stuff?"

"Sure," said Jazz, "but we're not going to be cleaning anything up while we're there, and in the meantime it's vile and unpleasant to be around."

"We'll hardly be there long enough to take any readings," said Maddie. "Just hold your nose and bear it. The rest of the time we'll be in clear, tropical waters."

"Plus, we can try out the Fenton Plugs!" shouted Jack. "Good for your ears, your nose, and any leaks your boat might grow!" He immediately shoved two round, luridly green objects into his ears and bounced away, growing progressively louder as he went.

Jazz grumbled under her breath, but stopped arguing.

Clear tropical waters selected for how haunted they were. Plus, even taking the ghosts out of the equation, Danny knew that sites of past shipwrecks were more likely to be sites of future shipwrecks as well.

If the typical Fenton luck held, they'd definitely crash. Or sink. Or run aground. Or catch on fire. Or explode. Or whichever ones applied to cruise ships. Or all of them. Somehow.

Danny sighed and trundled after his family.

The first day was actually rather pleasant. They sailed by some sites of historical wrecks near the coast, but, for the most part, those had decayed, salvaged, or moved, due to them blocking some kind of shipping path. Shipping route? Whatever.

After that, they traveled along a rough path of dead coral reefs. They didn't actually get too close to the reefs. They were still protected areas, and, apparently, they were too shallow for the cruise ship to get too close to. Instead, they went out to the reefs in little boats, a few passengers at a time.

Jack and Maddie, of course, wanted to go out every time, so they could see the 'ghost coral.' But they weren't allowed, thankfully. They had to sign up and wait their turn, just like everyone else.

Danny leaned over the side of the little boat and stared down at the water, blinking at the spray.

"Come over and look through the bottom! You'll get a better view!" called Jazz.

"I'll get motion sick," said Danny, raising his voice to be heard over the boat's motors.

"More motion sick than what you're doing now?"

"Yes!"

They eventually came to a slow, stop over what looked like nothing so much as dead trees. Danny made his way back to the center of the boat, to peer through the glass bottom with the others.

Still dead trees. Sad, dead trees. And bushes. Nothing else. It was empty, void of fish, colorless and bony. Maybe they looked more like piles of bones than dead trees.

"Now," announced the captain over the loudspeaker, "this reef originally grew on the wreck of merchant ship Thessalonike, of course, it's difficult to truly determine the identity of the wreck, given that the reef is still protected..."

Danny tuned the rest of the narration out.

There was definitely a melancholy feeling in the air here, although none of the other tourists seemed to feel it.

Danny shivered, blinked, and suddenly the water below was much less empty. The water swam with tiny lights, transparent, barely-there fish with skeletons that shone through their skin, and large, diaphanous, formless things.

He blinked again and the vision was lost.

He shivered. Well. That was sure fishy. He couldn't actually sense any ghosts here, not real ghosts, so... he was going to ignore that. It wasn't his problem.

He hoped.

The ride back went smoothly at first, but then the boat stalled.

Hm. A stalling boat hadn't been on his list of possibilities for what could go wrong.

"We're experiencing some technical difficulties here, folks, but don't worry. We'll get moving again in a-"

The captain was cut off by a massive leak springing up from near the plexiglass bottom. Everyone shrieked.

The boat was too small, there were too many people. He couldn't go ghost here. Maybe if skirted around the control tower-

"DON'T WORRY. THIS IS A JOB FOR FENTON PLUGS!" roared Jack. He pounced on the leak shoving something green at the link.

Danny watched with some amazement as his father shoved several green, pea-sized objects at the leak. One of them apparently got in the hole, because the gushing leak stopped.

Jack put his hands on his hips. "ONCE AGAIN," he said, showing off the green shapes shoved in his ears, "FENTON INGENUITY SAVES THE DAY."

"Great job, Jack."

Behind him, the green, pea-sized object was... no longer quite so pea-sized. In fact, it had become huge and bloated and... Oh, Danny could see where this was going.

There was a loud cracking noise as the expanded Fenton Plug grew large enough to split the plexiglass window from the rest of the boat. Water rushed in.

It was a good thing everyone had life jackets on already, and that the water was warm. Even so, there was a lot of panic. Reasonable panic, yes, but panic was never productive. Better to be calm about it.

Now, he should try to float away out of sight, so he could transform... Except the ocean was flat, so out of sight wasn't really a thing. Unless he went under. But that would-

Maddie grabbed onto him, pulling him into the somewhat crushing embrace of the rest of his family.

"DON'T WORRY, DANNO. WE WON'T LET YOU GET SEPARATED FROM US!"

"Jack, maybe you should take out your Fenton Plugs..."

"WHAT?"

"YOU SHOULD TAKE OUT YOUR FENTON PLUGS."

"AND EXPOSE MYSELF TO THE HORRORS OF GHOST SWIMMER'S EAR? I DON'T THINK SO."

Yay. He felt so safe. Whatever. They'd probably be picked up by a boat from the cruise ship before too long. No need for heroics.

A shadow fell over them. Danny looked up. There were clouds in the sky. Lots of clouds. There hadn't been any clouds before.

Okay, well, it looked like whatever was going on was his problem, after all.

There were shrieks and other cries of alarm, and there was suddenly a very large wave bearing down on them. Danny barely had time to brace before it broke over them, forcing Danny down into the water. He shed his life jacket and let himself sink for several precious seconds before summoning his transformation rings and letting them turn him into a ghost.

The water around him immediately shifted, becoming greener, brighter, and full of spectral shapes. A series of pale blue bubbles gushed from his nose, despite his best efforts at keeping his breath in.

He kicked upward, tapping into his intangibility to let him go up faster.

His ankle was grabbed and yanked down. Surrounding him were what could only be described as mermaids and mermen, clad in clothes that billowed in the green water and reminded Danny of nothing so much as jellyfish. Pearls in their hair glinted brilliantly in the uncertain light.

At the edge of his vision, a great, ruined ship loomed over everything, trees of bone blooming from its ports and holes in its hull.

Alright, he decided as the mermaids chittered in his ear. This was his problem.

#danny phantom #ask #answer #prompt #prompt fill #to be continued

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whatshername-please · 5 years

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Out of the Water

Synopsis: You were very proud to be a mermaid, thank you very much. You didn’t want to be where the people were. Actually, you’d rather avoid it. Defending the merfolk was the biggest goal in your life… well, it was until you meet a certain pirate… it seems that your family really had a thing for humans, after all. Not that you’d ever admit it…

Pairing: Harry Hook x reader (although he isn’t in this chapter, sorry)

Warnings: none? Possibly grammar mistakes?

Part 1 of ?

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so I’ll probably mess up some tenses, grammar and stuff. Go easy on me, please. Feedback is always appreciated.

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“We can’t let the merfolk from the Isle out. They are criminals”

“Their children are not. Futhermore, even the former villains should be punished accordingly to the Atlantica laws.”

“Atlantica is part of Auradon and by our law, that all the kings and queens agreed upon, the villains shall stay in the Isle of the Lost”

“That place is barbaric. The idea alone is vicious. They live with our leftovers, without medical care or fresh food. C'mon, that’s absurd.”

“Most of the kingdoms agreed on that”

“So maybe they should be on isle too. Ben, the people there can’t even see the sun.”

“I know.”

“So do something about it. You’re the King. You should do more than wear a crown!”

You’ve lost count of how many times you had this same argument with Ben. You were the daughter of Attina and, therefore, King Triton’s granddaughter and heiress. One day you’d rule over the ocean but you were the diplomat of Atlantic for the time being. You were the one responsible to deal with the diplomacy with the water kingdom and Auradon. Whoever thought this was a good idea was out of their mind.

You’ve heard many times you had swapped places with some child of the Isle. Not that you were mean or evil, you were simply honest. People said you had your grandpa’s temperament, others that you were moody, and some just called you a bitch. You paid them no mind. Unlikely your aunt Ariel you’ve never given up your voice so you tried to make the best of it. You stood up for what you believed and wasn’t afraid to say so.

And there you were, on land, trying to convince again Ben to get Uma and the other merpeople out of the Isle. If you were to be Queen of the Seas one day, you wanted to be wise and righteous. And locking up children who had done nothing wrong but being born on the wrong side of a barrier, wasn’t fair at all.

Your cause seemed lost until Mal had had a major break down and gone back to the isle, Ben was kidnaped and spelled by Uma and now Uma was on the loose somewhere in the ocean and Mal and Ben had asked your help to find her. Of course you said yes and thank goodness they said nothing about turning her in.

Humans, what fools.

You swan fast, passing by shoals of fish and corals, if you weren’t in a hurry you’d have stopped to say hello; there was a really funny ray who lived nearby, but you had more important things to do right now. Flapping your tail you went downwards to the most dark and mysterious parts of the ocean. Also, you were being followed; rumours that Uma was hidding somewhere in the depths were spread and you and a few Atlantica guards went to check over. Well, they were, you were just trying to look like you were doing it. In reality all you wanted to do was go back to the palace and sleep.

After a few hours you called the guards off. Obsviously Uma wasn’t there and you had just wasted your time again. The guards offered to escort you to the palace, to which you politely declined. Swimming your way back to Atlantica you were greeted by your grandfather, who seemed more than worried.

“No news of Uma’s whereabouts?”. He asked, his stern voice echoing through the waves.

“No grandpa. I think she might be far away by now. Maybe at Agrabah coast. No one goes there…”. You tried to sound as serious as possible. Your grandfather understood you like no one else did, but If knew what you were doing… Well, you could only imagine the consequences of it.

He looked at you, perceiving something in your face. He signed, a deep frown crossed his forehead.

“I trust your judgment, my dear. But be carefull”. He had a little furrow between his eyebrows as he said that.

Hugging your grandfather, you reassured him “I’m always”.

He let you go, watching you swim away from him. If you had turned around, you’d have seemed a hint of sadness in his eyes. He loved you so much and he knew you could take care of yourself. Still, he couldn’t help but worry about you.

You went straight to your bedroom, it was a beutiful room in one of the highest towers of the palace. It was decoreted with shells of your favorite color, corals and all kind of things you’d found at the bottom of the sea. You approached your bed carefully, scaring the girl who was on it.

“Damn it! You want to kill me? What took you so long, anyway? I’m starving”

“Sorry” you said with a laugh and a grin on your face “I was looking for you, actually. We had a search party and everything.”

You sat on your bed next to Uma, you saw how her hair danced around her head as she sat up, eyes fixed on you.

“That’s a dangerous game we are playing. If I get caught…”

“You won’t” you promised her “Uma, this is the perfect plan. No one suspects you are here and it’s been months already! They are too busy following made up rumours. Every day a new fish caught sight of you in a different part of the sea when you are actually here at the heart of Atlantica”

You took her hand and squeezed lightly. You and Uma had became good friends over time. You recalled the first day you met her, she was scared and alone and prepared to strangle you with her tentacles. Well, she did tried.

You found her by chance, she was swimming around the isle, trying to find a hole in the barrier; a way to get in or to let everybody out, whatever happened first. Remembering it now you were super careless, you let yourself be distracted by the beautiful cecaelia in front of you. You’ve never seen one of theirs before. A selkie? Yes. An ondine? Of course. Nereids, rusalkas, loreleys… you’ve met them all. But a cecaelia? Never. You were in a trance watching her body move with the waves and before you noticed she was striking at you, ready to attack.

Luckily, you knew how to fight pretty well. Also, you had a trump card hidden in your hair: a comb. Well, it looked like a comb, but with a little bit of magic it could be turned into a trident. It wasn’t a all powerfull trident like yours grandfather’s, but it was enough for you to defend yourself when necessary. When Uma thought you would strike the final blow you set the trident aside, offering your hand instead.

She took it and you both instantly clicked and became friends… well, at least it was how the scene played in your head. Truthly, it took weeks to convince Uma you weren’t going to turn her in, even more time for you to actually bond. You’d bring her food, help her to hide and more importantly, you always made sure that no one would find her.

You looked at the girl by your side, her teal hair floating gently in the water. You wish you could introduce her to your family. Uma was strong, willfull, determined, a natural leader. The only con was her parentage, she was the daughter of your family’s former enemy, Ursula. However, you knew she had nothing to do with her mother’s doings, how could she? Uma wasn’t even born when her mother was terrorizing the ocean. All that you cared about was that Uma was part of your people; therefore, you’d be there for her and any merfolk who might needed your help.

“Stop staring at me, creep” her voice brought you back to reality. It was only then you realized you were still holding her hand. Not that Uma minded, she’d die before admiting it, but she liked the contact. Still, you pulled your hand away. “Do you have any news from the Isle?”. She asked.

“Hm… New four VKs will be chosen like in 5 days. Well, they had already been chosen. They’ll just be announced in some celebration”

“Do you know who?” Uma tried to sound indifferent but you knew better.

“I think it was Dizzy Tremaine, Celia Facilier and some twins whose name I don’t really remember.” you aswered, aware of what she really wanted to know. “I haven’t heard about Harry or your crew. Which is good, because have they done something, word would have already been out”,

She shook her head, a thousand thoughts crossing her mind. With one quick move she swam away, leaning against the colorful coral structure you used as a vanity. From your spot on the bed you could see her twisting the tip of her tentacles, she only did that when she was worried about something.

“Four Villain Kids?” She spoke after a while “That’s not enough. While they live their perfect little lives the people on the isle are suffering”.

“Uma…” you knew she was right. More than that, you agreed with her, but someone had to be reasonable and everytime the Isle came up, Uma became anxious. “Things are changing. We can’t act recklessly, don’t forget you’re on the run”.

‘It’s easy for you to say. You don’t know how it’s in there" You could see the hurt in her eyes as she said that. It was clear Uma cared deeply about the villain kids but the simple thought of returning to that place scared her.

“Uma, we will work things out.” you offered her a warm smile, but deep inside you were desperate. It wasn’t like you had any idea how to convince Ben to let all the V.K’s out of the Isle, you were trying that for years without success. Also, he wouldn’t need a curse to go all beast on you once he find out that you’ve been helping Uma. Still, you had to reassure her that everything was going to be alright.

“Let’s go grab some food” you said, getting up from your bed.

The magic shell glowed as Uma’s appereance changed slowly. It never cease to amaze you to watch her changing into a completely different person. Her cecaelia form became the one of a litlle mermaid; her aqua tentacles were replaced by a reddish tail, her hair became a light shade of brown. Even her face was changed by the spell.

That was how she had been living in Atlantida for the past months, she would easily change her appereance and no one seemed to noticed that your new friend was, in fact, the sea witch’s daughter.

Due to magic being discouraged in Auradon, all of the most powerful magic objects were donated to the museum. You always thought this was stupid. However, since Uma started hiding in King Triton’s domains, you were glad he didn’t have his trident anymore; otherwise, he would have seen right through Uma’s charm spell. Fortunately, this wasn’t the case and her necklace was the strongest relic in Atlantica, ensuring that both of you were able to hang around in the kingdom without worries.

“Are you going to Auradon next week?” she asked while you swam towards the kitchens.

You grumbled in annoyance.

“Yes. Ben is going to propose to Mal and…”

“He will what?!” she interrupted you, surprised “Mal really gets everything, doesn’t she?”

You felt the indignation in her voice, but it didn’t stop you to tease her.

“You sound jealous” you sang, winking at her “I can’t decide if you are jealous of Ben or Mal, though”

You could swear you saw Uma blushing.

“This is not what I meant! You’re so annoying” she swam past you, hitting you with her tail as she did so.

“I was only messing with you. Come back here” you laughed, heading towards her. Truth to be told, Uma had become a huge part of your life and you’d do anything to help her.

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The new V.Ks had arrived in Auradon, Ben and Mal were engaged, Hades tried to escape, some weirdo stole the crown of the Queen and Maleficent’s sceptre… Like every other ordinary day on land. That’s why you hated changing into your human form. Humans were noisy and dramatic and petty. The truth was; you didn’t like being on surface. You were a mermaid for crying out loud, why would you want to change your beautiful and elegant fins to clumsy, hairy legs? You didn’t say it, but in your opinion your aunt Ariel was crazy. Who in their right state of mind would want to be human?

But you still had to go to Auradon once in a while, be diplomatic and all that. You had reported on the search parties for Uma, sent the best wishes to Ben and Mal for their engagement, made small talk to people, argued with your cousin Arabella. Normal stuff. You didn’t intend to stay more than necessary. First because having legs was way too unconfortable and second, you had agreed to meet Uma near the barrier.

She often went there, either to finda way to let everybody out or trying to get a glimpse of her friends. She missed them very much. You’ve heard the name of Harry Hook more times than you could count and from everything she had told you, you were certain he worked both sides of psycho street. Not that you were one to judge people without knowing them, but still…

You were halfway there when a turtle told you that a eel told him that a crab told her that a dolphin heard from a seagull that Auradon was being attacked by an evil witch who put everyone to sleep.

You never understood why sleeping was considered a curse…

Anyways…

If those rumours were true your cousins who went to Auradon prep, like Arabella, Elle and Melody, were included in this wicked spell. Gosh, you could desagree with them about lots of things, but you’d die for your family. Without hesitation you turned around, swimming ashore as fast as you were able to.

If only you knew this decision would change your life, but that’s not how fate works, isn’t it?

#harry hook x reader #harry hook x you #Harry hook imagine #descendants imagine #descendants x reader #descendants #harry hook #Uma #uma x reader

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tiramisiyu · 4 years

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【未定事件簿】 Tears of Themis: 【夏彦拜访剧情】 Xia Yan’s Personal Story 2-5 Translation

Translated parts: Xia Yan’s Personal Story Chapter 2: 2-1 / 2-2 / 2-4 / 2-5 / 2-7 / 2-8 / 2-9 / 2-10 / 2-11 / 2-13 / 2-14 Translation Masterlist: here

Video: https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1xV411m79T?p=4

A quick explanation of how this feature works is that each boy has their own section that you can “Visit”! Part of it is like MLQC’s GSH feature, where you can talk to the boys (with Live2D!) and raise intimacy by interacting with them. The other part of it is a storyline that centers on the MC running around with the respective boy to deal with a certain case or situation.

Escape Room Place

The moment Xia Yan and I walked to the front counter, the owner gave a thumbs-up towards us.

Owner: Amazing! You two were so quick in deciding to come out and get clues! The guests from before all stayed in there for over an hour!

MC: So we really were supposed to come out the riddle room to look for clues…

Xia Yan: Looking from the contents of the commission letter, answering the riddle doesn’t necessarily need to be confined in the riddle room.

Xia Yan: But are there any special implications to doing this?

Owner: Haha, this – you’ll know after playing! Hurry off!

The owner feigned a mysterious laugh, hastening Xia Yan and me to act quick.

Ball Pit Park

The amusement park was right beside the escape room place – they were very close together.

Xia Yan and I arrived very quickly to the amusement park. After walking for a bit in the park, we arrived at the “Jade Sea, White Sands” ball pit themed area.

Xia Yan: Hey, we’re here.

As one of the themed carnival projects of the amusement park, a ton of attention had been paid to the layout of this place.

Just the area that had been encircled by a white fence was nearly 1000 square meters. Inside, they had even subdivided “coast” and “sea” areas.

The “coast” on the two sides of the entrance was dotted with deck chairs and beach umbrellas on the ground. One could leisurely read books and drink beverages there.

Behind the “coast”, innumerable alternating white-and-blue balls showed a vast “sea”. Among those, there were even various entertainment installations.

Xia Yan: Really spectacular – how many balls must there be here?

MC: The posters said that there are a full two million!

MC: Ah! Xia Yan, look quick! There’s someone jumping in!

MC: He’s so much taller than me, yet his legs are fully buried. Do you think that if it were me, could I be completely covered in there?

Xia Yan: Sure enough, you still really like ball pits.

Xia Yan: Just like just now – with just the corner in the picture, you immediately recognized that it was here.

Xia Yan: Now that we talk about this, every time we came to the amusement park when we were little, you would always impatiently run here.

Xia Yan: Hey! Look! There’s a slide over there, want to play on it?

MC: How, how could that be alright! That’s for little kids to play with – I’m an adult now!

As we spoke, “whoosh-” a little kid slid down quickly down the slide.

“Boom” – he splashed into a large area filled with the balls, laughing cheerfully.

MC: (Although… sliding down the slide into the balls must feel super great…)

Xia Yan: Aren’t there adults there too?

MC: They’re all there to look after the kids. Where are there adults themselves playing!

Xia Yan: Then it should be fine if us two adults “walk around”, right?

Xia Yan: After all, the clue to solve the riddle is in here.

MC: Then… then let’s go inside and walk around, looking for clues.

I followed Xia Yan, walking into that vast, white-and-blue ball pit sea.

We only noticed when we stepped in that the balls here were spread thicker than I had thought. There were some places that could even pile past my waist.

As we walked, swathes of balls swept away from my feet in a rush, colliding to make bouncing sounds that would make anyone happy.

There were a few times when I almost slipped. I had an impulse – to jump into this “sea” and happily roll around.

MC: (Resist it…you are an adult… don’t be so childish…)

MC: (You need to know how to overcome your primitive desires…)

Xia Yan: …

To avoid the internal war going on in my heart, I forced myself to concentrate all my drive together to look for the location that had appeared in the photo.

Finally, after making half a round in the ball pit, I noticed something.

MC: Xia Yan, look at the inflatable slide over there!

I pointed out a three-person-tall inflatable slide that wasn’t far away for Xia Yan to see.

Painted on the side of the slide were a few cartoon pictures, models, colours, lines – all identical to the background in the picture from the escape room.

Xia Yan: Yeah, should be that one!

Xia Yan and I quickly walked over to the side of the slide. We only saw that there was Velcro stuck on the cartoon pictures on the side.

It seemed like there was something written on the Velcro, but its position was so high – even Xia Yan wouldn’t be able to reach it.

MC: The thing in the Velcro is most likely to be the clue, right? But how do we get it…

Xia Yan: I have an idea! Wait a bit!

As Xia Yan said this, he ran off. Soon, he pushed an inflatable trampoline back.

MC: A trampoline? Could you mean…?

Xia Yan: That’s right! Let’s try bouncing on it – maybe we can rip off the Velcro!

Xia Yan: Though you said that adults couldn’t play, this has to do with Sphinx, so you can reluctantly try it.

MC: Alright then…

I climbed on the inflatable trampoline. The feeling of fully-inflated bounciness under my feet made me feel restless immediately.

I unconsciously squatted, then couldn’t help starting to jump up and down.

MC: (Ah… I forgot to look at the Velcro’s spot!)

I promptly turned my gaze to the Velcro up there and jumped up with force.

MC: It’s not enough, I keep missing it slightly when I jump like this!

Xia Yan: Try jumping with more force. How come I feel like you aren’t jumping any higher than you did when you were little?

MC: How could that be!

As if to prove it to Xia Yan, I bounced with more force a few more times. Finally—

MC: Touched it!

But the Velcro was like it had grown on the side of the slide. I couldn’t rip it off at all with just the strength from this moment of bouncing.

Xia Yan: Don’t give up, try again! You’ll definitely get it next time!

Under Xia Yan’s encouragement, I bounced again, then again, then again…

Five minutes later… I collapsed, lying in the ball pit.

Innumerable balls held me up, making bouncing noises beside me. I felt a sort of yearning feeling for this thing that I hadn’t done in a long while. I didn’t want to move anymore.

MC: I feel like this method isn’t right…

MC: Plus, in addition to being too stamina-taxing, relying on the trampoline to get the Velcro requires height, long arms, hand speed, and strength.

MC: A escape room riddle game shouldn’t have such harsh and chance-reliant solving requirements.

Xia Yan: What you say makes a lot of sense. Hmm, let me think…

Xia Yan: Ah, I got it! The method might be in the picture!

MC: The picture? What other contents are in that picture? Isn’t it just a little girl sitting on Zero’s shoulder – ah?!

I didn’t even finish talking when Xia Yan hoisted me up with his hands.

In a moment of panic, I held on to Xia Yan’s neck.

MC: What are you doing!

Xia Yan: Letting you sit on my shoulder. Don’t grab my neck, hold onto my right shoulder.

As Xia Yan said this, he carried me to sit on his left shoulder, then started walking while holding my legs.

His palms were large and strong, stably supporting my legs.

The heat of his hands directly pressed onto my skin. I unconsciously held tight on his shoulder.

Xia Yan: Don’t worry, you won’t fall off.

MC: …Mm.

Xia Yan: Look at it now, can you rip off the Velcro?

I looked at the location of the Velcro. Sure enough, it was very easy to rip off now.

MC: I ripped it off. There’s a trapezoidal picture in here… wait, it seems like there are numbers on the edge of the picture?

The side of the trapezoid picture seemed to have parts of numerical symbols printed on the edge. I suddenly had a thought.

MC: Xia Yan! This trapezoidal picture should be able to be placed together with the three pictures in the commission letter!

I excitedly gave the picture I’d just gotten to Xia Yan.

Xia Yan: I know! Don’t sway around! I’ll lose my balance!

MC: I, I can’t stay stable anymore!

I unconsciously went to grab the inflatable slide in front of me, wanting to use it to restore balance again.

But the inflatable slide was both soft and elastic. When I grabbed on it, not only did I not stabilize myself, but I instead got knocked askew by the slide.

Xia Yan & MC: Aaaahhhhh—

Bam – Xia Yan and I together fell askew into the ball pit’s “sea”.

MC: Joy turns into sorrow…

I poked my head out of the ball pit, and heard a burst of laughter.

Xia Yan: Hahaha…

Xia Yan: I feel like occasionally revisiting our youth is pretty fun!

Xia Yan looked at me, his coral-coloured eyes full of light and laughter.

Xia Yan… must have deliberately let me play around.

Xia Yan: How about we try some other ones?

Xia Yan: Look over there – we can have a pillow fight in the ball pit!

MC: Hm… let’s not for now.

Xia Yan: What’s wrong, are you tired?

MC: Not really. It’s just that we don’t have much time now, so we should head back first and solve the riddle.

Compared to the ball pit, helping Xia Yan find his treasures is more important.

MC: Your treasure box is still in his hands, after all! We have to get it back quick!

Xia Yan: …

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There was only ever one true Ferris Wheel, and we blew it up

George Washington Gale Ferris Jr.'s wheel. (Public Domain/)

What’s the weirdest thing you learned this week? Well, whatever it is, we promise you’ll have an even weirder answer if you listen to PopSci’s hit podcast. The Weirdest Thing I Learned This Week hits Apple, Anchor, and everywhere else you listen to podcasts every-other Wednesday morning. It’s your new favorite source for the strangest science-adjacent facts, figures, and Wikipedia spirals the editors of Popular Science can muster. If you like the stories in this post, we guarantee you’ll love the show.

FACT: The Ferris Wheel has a shockingly sad (and short) origin story

By Rachel Feltman

The story of the world’s first and only Ferris Wheel starts as so many great stories do: With Americans desperately trying to outdo the French.

When Paris hosted the World’s Fair in 1889, entrepreneurs and engineers spent more than two years and about $1.5 million building a tower around 1,000 feet high—the Eiffel Tower, to be exact. It spent 41 years as the tallest man-made structure in the world, at which time it was just barely surpassed by the Chrysler Building in Manhattan.

So when Americans started prepping to host the World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago, which opened in 1893, they were still smarting from France’s big success and needed a comparable spectacle.

Enter George Washington Gale Ferris Jr., born in Pennsylvania to the Galesburgh Gales. His family moved out to Nevada, but he wound up back in Pittsburgh and founded a company that tested and inspected the metals used on railroads and bridges. When a call went out for Exposition proposals in 1891, Ferris responded with a plan he said would “out-Eiffel Eiffel.” His concept? A very, very big wheel.

Now, Ferris did not invent the concept of putting people on a wheel and spinning them around. We know “pleasure wheels” existed as early as the 1600s in Europe and Asia, but these were small enough for people to crank by hand (and looked totally ridiculous).

According to many New Jersey publications, Ferris stole the idea for the modern wheel from William Somers, who put up three pleasure wheels in Atlantic City in the early 1890s. Ferris rode those wheels and definitely got his inspiration from Somers, but those attractions were only 50 feet high.

What Ferris wound up building—after spending some time convincing the World Fair committee it could be done, raising $400,000 for construction costs, and paying for the required safety tests himself—was a wheel 246 feet high. It was a feat of engineering in every sense of the word. When it was complete, it could hold more than 2,000 passengers at once for each 20-minute ride (which only included two rotations, but thrilled visitors nonetheless).

But Ferris didn’t live long enough to successfully brand the concept of a massive pleasure wheel, so the many iterations of his great invention weren’t truly his. Find out more about his tragic tale—and the explosive fate of his one true wheel—on this week’s episode of Weirdest Thing.

FACT: Animals of different species sometimes form friendships to hunt (and cuddle)

By Purbita Saha

Earlier this year, a video of a coyote and an American badger frolicking together in the Santa Cruz mountains stunned the internet. While Disney+ was presumably shopping the rights for a 10-part series about the pair, biologists pointed out that similar relationships have been documented many times in science, and for even longer in Navajo and Hopi storytelling.

But the friendship between the species isn’t just cute. It’s a tale of survival: In certain seasons and habitats, badgers and coyotes will tag team to trap squirrels, groundhogs, and other prey in their burrows. Between the badger’s digging power and the coyote’s quick feet, the two can crank up their hunting success rate by 9 percent. If all goes well, the partners might rendezvous multiple times—rounding out their feasts with some nuzzling to celebrate the end of a day’s hard work.

So, maybe it’s fair to say that the relationship isn’t just built on survival. Behavior ecologist Jennifer Campbell-Smith wrote an eye-opening reaction in High Country News that urges viewers to see collaborative hunting as an example of complex social behavior among animals. It’s something to consider—and study—in other surprising friendships in nature:

Dolphins and whales blitz fish together. A <a href="https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/abs/10.1111/mms.12065">17-year-long study</a> off the northeast coast of New Zealand found that pods of false killer whales and common bottlenose dolphins often mingle and forage together.

Grouper recruit eels to prowl coral reefs. Swiss scientists snorkeling in the Red Sea <a href="https://www.livescience.com/9415-amazing-species-cooperate-hunt.html">observed the flabby fish leading morays to prey</a> hiding out in nooks, sometimes using a "headstand" as a signal. The biologists think this is the first record of cooperative hunting in fish.

Birds and humans team up to find treats in the forest. The <a href="https://www.audubon.org/news/meet-greater-honeyguide-bird-understands-humans">Yao community in Mozambique follows greater honeyguides</a> to giant, wild bee hives—and has likely been doing so for centuries. They’ve even created a specific rolling call that beckons the birds: <a href="https://www.audubon.org/sites/default/files/brrrhm.mp3">brrr-hm</a>.

FACT: You can totally hypnotize a chicken

By Jessica Boddy

The inspiration for this fact struck the last time I was home visiting family in the Chicago suburbs. We were reminiscing about the very first time our dog Zeke caught a possum. After marching around the yard with the beast in his mouth for quite some time, my dad finally caught him by the collar and made him drop his prey. The possum was apparently dead—frozen, stiff and drooling. Dad went inside to bring Zeke in and grab a shovel, but by the time he returned to dispose of the possum it had vanished. We thought it was dead, but it was just playing possum.

It turns out that “playing dead” is extremely useful in a survival situation, since a predator doesn’t usually want to eat something it hasn’t killed personally. It could be riddled with some disease. And it’s not just possums that take advantage of this instinct. The behavior is something called apparent death, and TONS of species use it as a defense mechanism—plenty of amphibians, iguanas, sharks, pigeons, chickens, butterflies, beetles, ants, bees, stick bugs... the list goes on.

Humans have found ways to induce this state in animals over the last few hundred years. And when they do that, they like to call it hypnosis. Adam Savage, Ernest Hemingway, Werner Herzog, and even Al Gore are all noted chicken hypnotizers. Like magic, the chickens just freeze solid for 30 minutes at a time (sometimes longer). How do the chicken hypnotists do it? Listen to this week’s episode to find out!

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There was only ever one true Ferris Wheel, and we blew it up

George Washington Gale Ferris Jr.'s wheel. (Public Domain/)

FACT: The Ferris Wheel has a shockingly sad (and short) origin story

By Rachel Feltman

The story of the world’s first and only Ferris Wheel starts as so many great stories do: With Americans desperately trying to outdo the French.

So when Americans started prepping to host the World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago, which opened in 1893, they were still smarting from France’s big success and needed a comparable spectacle.

FACT: Animals of different species sometimes form friendships to hunt (and cuddle)

By Purbita Saha

FACT: You can totally hypnotize a chicken

By Jessica Boddy

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Have you ever heard of Graemsay? If I was a gambling woman I’d put good money down to bet that the majority of you hadn’t.

It’s such a gem of an island, especially on a sunny day, that if it were further south or more easily accessible there would be hordes of people visiting.

As it is, it’s a tiny island off the coast of Mainland Orkney, which itself is an island off the very north coast of Scotland. A ferry goes every day, but the timetable means you have to be prepared to spend the whole day. This is great on a nice day, but as it doesn’t take long to walk round the whole island, and apart from the ferry waiting room there isn’t anywhere to get indoors, this might be a bit daunting on a miserable day.

Leaving Stromness behind

The ferry is a small boat with some indoor seating as well as seating on the deck. Most people who catch the ferry are going to Hoy, a bigger island on which can be found a famous sea stack called the Old Man of Hoy. The ferry stops on Hoy at a convenient place for people to start the hike to the Old Man and this is what most of the passengers on the ferry were planning to do. A few passengers got on at Hoy, but they were all going back to Stromness. Hardly anyone was going to Graemsay. Not surprising really considering Graemsay only has 24 residents!

The Graemsay ferry

When the ferry docked three older women got off with me. They were planning to do a short walk and then catch up with a friend they buy sheep fleeces from. For the first hour we kept catching up with each other, but after that I barely saw anyone for the rest of the day.

There was a pretty good tourist map of the island on the waiting room wall. I snapped a photo on my phone so I could keep referring to it during my walk. I hadn’t bothered with my OS map as I knew there wasn’t much chance of getting lost! There are toilets and plug sockets in the waiting room, but not much else. If the weather turned bad at least you could sit inside, but unless you had a good book it would soon get boring. You can also fill up your water bottles here, but note that there is nowhere to buy food on the island so bring enough for the day plus a flask if you want coffee.

Graemsay is only 4.09 km² so I knew I wasn’t going to get lost.

My walk started with a bit of uphill which soon levelled out. I decided to walk anti-clockwise as that way I’d get to see the things I wanted to see most first, just in case the weather turned later on. This far north you have to always plan for changeable weather no matter how the day starts out.

Gramesay has two lighthouses. I came across the first one – Hoy Sound High Lighthouse – soon after I’d started walking and began to realise just how small this island really is. If I didn’t slow down I’d have walked all the way round it and be back at the ferry pier six hours early!

Hoy Sound High Lighthouse – that’s Stromness in the background

Just past the lighthouse is a beach I was really interested to see. Sandside beach is, as you might expect from the name, very sandy. But … it’s also covered in shells and coral. The fine white sand is covered with so many shells and so much coral (called maerl) that in parts I couldn’t see the sand at all.

Can you spot the chunks of maerl amongst the shells?

I hadn’t heard of maerl before, but the text on the map I’d photographed explained it to me:

Maerl is a chalky encrustation, laid down on pebbles by some species of red algae. Maerl beds like the one offshore here are rare and fragile habitats, but once washed onto the beach the calcium rich maerl was used as a good lime fertiliser for the island’s acid soils.

The three ladies from the boat were at the beach, collecting shells or sitting along the concrete pier having coffee. I chatted for a while and then spent quite a bit of time looking for perfect shells and bits of maerl and drinking my own coffee. There was no point in rushing after all.

Sandside beach

Next I walked along a lane enclosed by high grasses and dunes. When I came out the other side I was alongside another beach with views looking back towards the beach I’d just been on and the lighthouse. I could also see across the water to Stromness, the small town on Mainland Orkney from where I’d caught the ferry.

The three ladies from the boat are walking ahead of me near Hoy Sound High Lighthouse.

I’d already noticed that there were picnic benches placed regularly around the island and there was another one here. As I’d only just had coffee I carried on walking. The lane took me slightly uphill and past the small shack that is the community centre. There are toilets round the back, but no access to the building itself. The waiting room at the pier really is the only place to get inside or fill up your water if need be.

How white is that sand? And how dramatic do the hills of Hoy look in the background?

In hardly any time at all I came to the second lighthouse – Hoy Sound Low Lighthouse. Both lighthouses are private houses and so you can’t access the grounds, but can still get up to the gates and see them quite well.

Hoy Sound Low Lighthouse – in case you haven’t worked it out, the High lighthouse is tall and the Low lighthouse is short.

It was when I spotted the lighthouse I realised I’d missed the turnoff for the coastal path I’d been hoping to pick up. There were several rough tracks leading down to crofts and houses so I assume one of these was the access path to get to the coast. Later on as I walked further round the island I did spot signs pointing out the ways to the coastal path, so maybe there was one here too and I just missed it. It wasn’t a problem as the lane goes so close to the coast anyway it wasn’t as though I was missing out on anything.

Just behind this lighthouse is the Point of Oxan. It was here, on New Year’s Day in 1866 the sailing ship Albion was wrecked. She was on her way to New York from Liverpool and had 43 passengers on board as well as 24 crew. Eleven people were drowned, but with help from people on the island, the rest were able to survive. One island man, Joseph Mowat, was drowned whilst trying to help. He is buried in the local churchyard. Apparently you can still find broken pottery from the boat on the beach. I didn’t find any, but I may not have been looking in quite the right place.

WWII lookout tower behind Hoy Sound Low Lighthouse at the Point of Oxan. I wonder if they turned the lighthouse off during the war?

In more recent history, the Point of Oxan was used for a coastal battery during WWII. I spent a bit of time poking around them – having recently visit Ness Battery and HMS Tern on the Orkney Mainland and having guided tours at both, I felt I knew a bit about what I was looking at and what the building remains would have been used for.

WWII gun placement at the Point of Oxan

I followed a sign and tried to pick up the coastal path here, but the ground was so uneven and full of bumps and hollows I gave up and went back to the lane. The path only went a short way anyway, before turning back to the lane so again I hadn’t really missed out on anything.

Graemsay doesn’t have peat so has a different look to the other islands. It seems much greener and has grass rather than moorland. It also has plenty of picturesque roofless old croft cottages.

I had been told before coming to Graemsay (and it was mentioned on the map) that although there are coastal paths round some of the island, they’re not maintained and so can be quite difficult to use.

It was still really early and I’d already walked round half of the island and seen most of what I wanted to. Time to slow down a bit more. I walked up the lane to a slightly higher point, found a picnic bench and sat down to eat my lunch whilst gazing across at the hills, coves and beaches of Hoy. Hoy is the only really hilly island in Orkney. From where I was sitting the dark peaty hills made a dramatic backdrop whilst the Hoy Sound ran a deep blue in the foreground. Bright green grass rolled down to the sea and the few small beaches formed splashes of white in amongst the rocks.

Coffee time. That white speck near the horizon is the Hamnavoe – the ferry that sails between Scrabster in Scotland and Stromness.

After my lunch, I got my flask out again and poured a coffee to drink whilst reading my Kindle and enjoying the view. It was so calm and tranquil, warm enough to be in short sleeves. I spotted the Hamnavoe making it’s way across from Scrabster in Scotland to Stromness in Orkney. This is the car ferry that makes the journey a couple of times a day and that evening I would be on it.

Had I mentioned this was my last day in Orkney? I was so lucky to get a lovely day. There weren’t even any midges! Coming to Graemsay on my last day would have been special no matter the circumstances, but it was actually even more special than just my last day. Graemsay was the last inhabited island I had to visit on both Orkney and Shetland. Now that I’d made it to Graemsay I’d seen them all. At least that was what I believed until I got back on the ferry and the three ladies from earlier pointed out that there are a few islands that have one couple or one family living on them. As they have no ferry links and you need your own boat to get to them, I hadn’t thought to count them. But I suppose I should. So I’ll change my boast to ‘I’ve visited every inhabited island that has a ferry link in Orkney and Shetland’. I’m still pretty proud of it!

The old kirk (church) and graveyard and some dark clouds forming over Hoy.

After a while I continued walking and turned off towards the old church and graveyard. The church is derelict and not safe to enter and the graveyard is very small, so it didn’t take me long to see both.

I found another bench and sat with a different view of Hoy. A car came down the lane with two older ladies in it. They’d come to visit the graves. As they arrived I was getting up to leave and they were concerned they’d disturbed me. I assured them that it wasn’t them that had disturbed, but the heavy black cloud that had appeared over Hoy and seemed to be heading in my direction.

This was a part of the island where I did want to walk along the coast as the road climbs and goes across the centre rather than sticking close to the coast. But although the path was marked it seemed to be blocked off. I thought maybe erosion had made it unsafe and I’d better not try it especially with those heavy clouds speeding towards me.

Walking over the top of the island back towards the High Lighthouse

Instead I headed across the top of the island and ended up near the first lighthouse again. As I knew I wasn’t that far from the ferry waiting room if it did start to rain, I took the opportunity to sit on the bench I’d passed earlier. The clouds were now behind me and seemed to have changed their mind about coming to Graemsay anyway.

Sandside beach looking towards Hoy

I sat looking out on the most perfect view. A gorgeous house with a white beach and crumbling old stone barns to the side and the lighthouse behind. I could live here. Apparently there’re also usually seals on the beach, though I hadn’t seen any. I actually think they’ve all been eaten by orcas this year as I haven’t seen nearly so many as I usually do and there have been several pods of orcas spending a lot of time around Shetland and Orkney.

The perfect house by the perfect beach with the perfect lighthouse behind it. All on the perfect island. What’s not to like?

I tried to think of disadvantages of living in the perfect house. I suppose the lighthouse flashing and the seals barking all night could create quite a bit of disturbance, but you know what? I wouldn’t care.

I sat on the bench gazing at the view for quite a long time until I felt the sun really start to burn the back of my neck. Then I slowly wandered back to the pier to take shelter in the waiting room, not from the rain, but from the sun!

You know a place must get windy when the telephone box door has to be tied shut!

On my way past the perfect house, the same car as had been at the graveyard drove past me, with only one lady in it this time. She stopped to chat for a while. She had been born on the island, and without any prompting, told me it was a pretty perfect place to live.

“We’ve got peace and quiet, but Stromness is only over there and there are ferries, so when we need something we can just go over. We don’t feel isolated at all.”

I noticed near the ferry terminal in Stromness that there is a special parking area reserved for residents of Graemsay so they can leave their cars there to use when they visit Mainland rather than having to pay to take them on the ferry each time. The cars that I saw on Graemsay tended to be ‘island cars’. These are cars that anywhere else would be condemned. They don’t need an MOT or tax (or at least no-one bothers with it) and have wing mirrors and doors hanging off and bonnets held down with string. As long as it still moves then it’s good enough to be an island car.

I still had about an hour to wait for the ferry. I filled my water bottle, drank it all and refilled it. I’d not realised how thirsty I was. I also took my boots off and peeled my socks off letting my feet cool down on the cold floor tiles. Then I sat and read some more until the three ladies reappeared. I went outside to chat to them whilst we watched the ferry chug over from Stromness. Once we were on board we had to go over to Hoy to pick up the hikers before heading back to Stromness.

Sailing back to Stromness. The clouds over Hoy looked so foreboding, but the rain held off.

As all the hikers got back on board at Hoy they all seemed pretty happy. I knew they would have had a great day because I did that walk myself last year and it really is well worth doing. However, I couldn’t help feeling a little smug because I’d also had a great day visiting an island that really is special and yet hardly anyone knows about it, let alone gets to visit. And I’d ticked off my last inhabited island in Shetland and Orkney (that has a ferry link).

Have you ever been to a little-known and seldom-visited island? Would you like to visit Graemsay if you’re ever in Orkney? Share your thoughts in the comments below.

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Zanzibar and Its unsolved mysteries!

Zanzibar It is always hard to choose a place whenever we plan to go on vacation. To be honest vacation planning is like world war three in my family and every one comes up with their own power point presentations ( yes literally, not kidding) to help us all decide where to go. And for me I am more into the tropical region or just sunbathing on the beach, soaking in the warm weather. Maybe some holiday resort kind of Island.

And then someone suggested Zanzibar. I googled it and it really does seem like an amazing place to party. Zanzibar is the semi-independent part of Tanzania in East Africa. It compromises of mainly small Islands and two large ones too. Pemba and Ungunja. The capital of Zanzibar is the Zanzibar City, which resides on the island of Unguja. Its historic epicenter is the Stone Town, which is considered to be a World Heritage Site.’ The name Zanzibar is actually derived from a Persian word. Zanzibar is to Africa what Hawaii is to America. Zanzibar is often referred to as a tourist’s paradise with its amazing weather and the best beaches in the world.

I do not want to bore you with the history of the place but one should know if somehow we get into a knowledge battle with some geography or history buff. You went to Zanzibar and don’t know squat about it, boo hoo. God I hate those know it alls. Anyways so Zanzibar used to belong to the Portugese in the 16th century (the time when people who were born in shitty countries just wouldn’t stay in their own and rampage the entire planet like some tantrum filled toddler who wanted more and more).At one point in time the Arabs also ruled Zanzibar. This makes me think, did it ever belong to its own people hm.

Persian traders used to use Zanzibar as a port and a base for their travel between India, the Middle East, the larger island and Unguja. The Persians founded garrisons on the Island and also constructed the first mosques in the Southern Hemisphere and Zoroastrian fire temples. Some of the Arabs also became rulers of the coastal cities due their immense wealth that they made from trading. Well as we have witnessed in history like a billion times, people from different origins never seem to live together in peace and the struggle for power continues. This happened between the Portugese and the Arabs and they began to slaughter each other like some gruesome scene from Game of thrones (well maybe it was not that intense but still it happened). And then the whities (the British) came in, surprise surprise. These people were seriously party poopers. Appeared where ever they were not invited. Anyways so long story short, they ended the slave trade that took place in Zanzibar. All this history matters so much, is because now Zanzibar actually displays its ancient markings. Each invasive nation that came into Zanzibar left their cultural marks in the form of art and buildings etc. As of now, many of the high townhouses and winding streets remain the same and the tourists can roam around the Sultan’s palace, the Portugese fort and gardens, the House of Wonders, the Turkish baths of the old city and the houses which used to belong to the merchants. The African nations sure have seen their share of turmoil and they seem to be such peaceful people.

Zanzibar is known as the spice Island (Imagine if you wana be my lover being their national anthem, and with their intimate history with foreigners, I say why not). Anyways so Zanzibar does have many working plantations where the tourists can observe the cultivation of nutmeg, cinnamon, vanilla, cloves and a hundred other spices. Zanzibar has an amazing coastline, lined with incredible beaches. And the waves are wicked, making it any surfer’s heaven. The surf and sand actually depends on the side of the Island that you are on. In the north, swimming in the ocean is less tricky due to the tides and the white and smooth sand makes for amazing days in the sun. While on the east coast, the waves break over sand bars and coral reef offshore and the low tide showcases small pools of small minnows, starfish and anemones. I am getting all pumped up just thinking about it. The oceans and the sea breeze has always been my cup of tea. The lazy, relaxing summers, pinacoladas with Marley on the stereo. The west coast of Zanzibar is dominated by the Stone Town. There are slave claves that are visible at the time of low tide in the beaches of Mangapwai. Mangapwai and Bububu are less than an hour’s drive away. Just off the Stone Town is the Chloe Island Marine Park and nearby are the Grave, Snake and Prison Islands. So some days you can act like a history buff and go around visiting rural sites of the old city and then on other days you can lay back and relax on Zanzibar’s incredible beaches. This reminds me that I should definitely call my travel agent after writing this. Menal Bay conservation Area is present on the south coast of Zanzibar. It is a sea turtle protection area where there are loads of endangered species of turtles present. They are breeded on the Island. Most people just come to visit the amazing display of turtles. The Jozani Forest is home to rare Colobus monkeys and small species of antelopes, another attraction in Zanzibar.

I don’t know about you but I am definitely going there again and again. Many travel websites offer insight and you can schedule your trip easily to Zanzibar. Thank you for taking time to read this sorry excuse of an article but if God forbid you like it please continue visiting the blog and check out the other posts too. Spread the love; spread the word and share the post with your friends and this is me signing off. Hear and out! Click to Post

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