I didn’t plan to fall in love with Zanzibar. I thought it would be a beachy little stopover after my safari. Somewhere to unwind, catch up on emails, and maybe get a soft tan. But crafting my Zanzibar itinerary quickly turned into something else entirely. Somewhere between the spice farms, surprise sunsets, and a man playing guitar in the back of a crumbling fort (don’t worry, Steve, it wasn’t like that), I found myself completely hooked.
If you’re planning a Zanzibar itinerary, you’ve probably already seen the filtered photos: turquoise water, white sand, and palm trees that defy gravity. And sure, that’s part of it. But what the glossy guides won’t show you is the food tour where you end up sipping tamarind juice with a street vendor who’s teaching you Swahili; or the fake guide who insists he’s a professional, then asks for a tip after walking beside you for 10 minutes after you’d asked him to leave.
This isn’t just another travel itinerary. It’s a mix of immersive moments, practical tips, real stories, and a few “don’t bother” warnings. If you want to discover the real Zanzibar, the one with spice farms, local legends, and sunsets that make your soul do a little sigh, then keep reading. I’ve mapped out the perfect plan, whether you’re craving beach bliss, cultural connection, or a bit of both.
Let’s dive in. Sandals are optional.
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I didn’t just breeze through Zanzibar with a coconut in one hand and a cocktail in the other (okay… maybe one cocktail). I spent two full weeks exploring the island properly. That means 14 different hotels, four distinct areas, and more activities than I can actually remember. I even repeated some of them just to compare providers and make sure I was recommending the best one.
Why? Because I help people plan safaris, and most of them want to add Zanzibar as a post-safari wind-down. And who can blame them? It’s the perfect combo of wild adventure and coastal calm. So I saw this as the perfect opportunity to go full travel guinea pig and test it all out, then share the good, the bad, and the “please don’t waste your money on that” right here on the blog.
This isn’t one of those “Zanzibar itinerary” posts written after a long weekend in a resort. This is real-deal, feet-in-the-sand, slightly-sunburnt research. You’re welcome.
Only got 30 seconds? Here’s a quick rundown of how to structure your perfect Zanzibar itinerary, whether you’re squeezing it in post-safari or making it your main event:
Now let’s break it down properly, with all the juicy tips, stories, and warnings they don’t tell you in the brochures…
Stone Town is what happens when East Africa and the Middle East have a design meeting and say, “Let’s make this irresistible.” It’s a sun-bleached labyrinth of carved wooden doors, Arabesque archways, call to prayer echoing through the alleys, and the smell of cinnamon, sea breeze, and charcoal-grilled octopus all mingling in the air. It’s chaotic, soulful, and surprisingly romantic, even when you’re sweating through your second shirt of the day.
It’s not the place to rush. You want to wander aimlessly. To get lost. To find your way again by following the smell of samosas or the sound of laughter bouncing off coral-stone walls. This is the cultural heart of Zanzibar and a place where you’ll either fall head over heels… or swear at Google Maps and vow never to leave the hotel again. Hopefully, the former.
There are two ways to do Stone Town: waterside elegance or old-town maze madness. I tried both (for you, obviously).
Want to be right in the middle of the action, navigating alleyways like a local(ish)?
Hands down, this was one of the top three food tours I’ve ever done, and I’ve done a lot of food tours (you know, in the name of research… and lunch).
Not just because the food was delicious (spoiler: it absolutely was), but because this tour is about so much more than food. It’s about connection. It’s about supporting tiny, family-run businesses that have never made it onto a TripAdvisor list. It’s about tasting your way through the real Zanzibar, the one locals live and eat in every day, not just the one tourists are shown.
We ducked into food stalls I’d normally walk past, not because they didn’t look good, but because I wouldn’t have been sure if they were “safe” for my stomach. With Lodi leading the way, I felt completely at ease, and honestly, by the end, I’d have followed him into any back alley with a bubbling pot.
The tour was founded by Kate, a traveller who’d eaten her way across Southeast Asia and saw the gap in Zanzibar’s tourist scene. No one was showcasing the street food made for locals. So she teamed up with Lodi, who grew up on these streets and knows literally everyone, to showcase this hidden yet magical side of Stone Town.
Would I have found these places on my own? Absolutely not.
Could I find them again even if I tried? Also no.
But that’s what makes this tour so special. It’s a one-time slice of the real Zanzibar, served with stories, smiles, and sauces I still can’t name.
If you only do one thing in Zanzibar, let it be this tour. It’s authentic, it’s meaningful, and it tastes absolutely incredible.
At $35, it’s an actual steal, and it goes directly into the pockets of the people who deserve it most.
Book it, and thank me later.
Website: Eat Like a Zanzibari
Don’t just wander around guessing what’s what. A proper guide brings this city to life with stories of sultans, slave markets, spice routes, and rebellion. Just be clear up front: you want a licensed guide, not a guy who starts narrating your walk uninvited and then demands a tip. It can happen!
I did my tour with Kassim, who was super knowledgeable and entertaining. He managed to bring the history alive through storytelling which is exactly how I love it!
Skip the urge to breeze past the souvenir stalls at the Old Fort. Yes, they’ll call you over, and yes, at first glance it’ll look like the same trinkets you’ve seen all over town. But don’t dismiss them too quickly. Take a moment. Have a chat.
I was admiring a dress I desperately wanted to pull off (but absolutely couldn’t) when a woman offered me a henna tattoo instead. And I’m so glad she did. It felt good to support her without buying something I didn’t really want, and even better to sit, chat, and connect.
Just a heads up: sweaty hands make henna run. Mine ended up with more of a tie-dye effect than an intricate design. I still loved it, though.
And if you’re lucky, you might stumble across a man with a guitar tucked into the back corner. He played me song after song after I told him my “husband” was a musician. His voice was pure sunshine and heartbreak. If you see him, tip generously; he is part of an organisation that offers free musical training to local kids and women.
Yes, it’s touristy. Yes, it’s slightly cheesy. But my goodness, it’s dreamy. A wooden boat, drums, dancing, and the golden sun melting into the ocean. Lean into it; you’re; you’re in Zanzibar, after all.
Come hungry. Expect smoke, shouting, laughter, and the odd dodgy prawn (for that reason, I’d skip the seafood). This is Zanzibar’s street food scene in full swing. Try the Zanzibar pizza (somewhere between a crepe and a curry-stuffed dough pocket), sip on sugarcane juice, and definitely enjoy a chicken Shawarma. Choose your stall with care; it’s more roulette than Michelin, but know that you are following in Anthony Bourdain’s footsteps!
Unless you’re deeply passionate about seeing newspaper clippings and a replica bed behind a glass wall, save your $8. There’s no personal connection here; it’s more “Queen memorabilia” than “Freddie’s story in Zanzibar.” Google will do the job just fine.
Sure, the idea of visiting giant tortoises is tempting… until you see them being poked, prodded, and used as props for selfies. Add in overcrowded boats, questionable safety practices, and serious ethical concerns, and this is a solid “nope” from me. In fact, I’d skip any marine animal tours you see advertised in Stone Town; too many corners cut and too much stress for the creatures. There are much better ways to spend your time and money here.
After the bustle of Stone Town’s alleyways, Paje feels like someone hit the slow-motion button. It’s all palm trees, pastel skies, and waves that whisper instead of crash. But don’t be fooled by its laid-back looks; this beach town’s got personality. Think surfboards leaning against coconut trees, smoothie bowls by morning, reggae bars by night, and a whole lot of pole pole (that’s Swahili for “take it slow,” and you’ll be hearing it a lot).
If you’re heading from Stone Town, don’t just make it a straight drive; make it an experience.
I booked through JMG Tours, and they arranged a stop at a local spice farm with a hands-on cooking class. And when I say hands-on, I mean I was grinding spices, stirring coconut sauces, and learning how to make chapati from scratch while laughing with mamas who could teach Michelin chefs a thing or two. Honestly? Top 3 cooking classes of my life. Plus, you’ll smell like cloves and curry for the rest of the day, Zanzibar’s version of perfume.
The stop also includes a tour of the spice farm, which I promise you is so much more interesting than you might expect.
You’ve got options here—from surf shack chic to Beyoncé-level glam.
Tucked just outside of town, these natural limestone caves are filled with crystal-clear water and good vibes. Swim, chill, and soak up the serenity, or join one of their drumming and culture days if you’re feeling rhythmic.
Paje is a kitesurfer’s paradise during the windy season (roughly June–Sept and Dec–Feb). Think neon sails against electric-blue skies. Never tried? There are loads of schools. It is easiest to walk up the beach and book locally. Prefer calm waters? In the non-windy season, clear kayak tours are where it’s at. Floating over coral reefs in a transparent boat = peak Instagram meets peace and quiet. Places like Zanzibar White Sand Luxury Villas offer complimentary kayaks.
Plenty of trips head out to nearby reefs, and if you book with an ethical operator, you’ll avoid the dolphin-chasing madness I will describe below and focus on fish, corals, and underwater zen.
I didn’t do any snorkelling trips from Paje, so I don’t have an operator to recommend, but please do your research, as too many guides will interact with wildlife just so they can get a bigger tip.
Paje isn’t all about activity. Book a massage, sip a cocktail in a hammock, or stroll through the town for a more local perspective. You’ll find fruit stalls, little cafes, and everyday life unfolding just behind the beach. No pressure to do anything. Just be.
On the way north, I passed through Kiwengwa, and while it’s undeniably pretty, it just didn’t do it for me. The beach was narrower, and the vibe felt more resort-y and less local. If you’re short on time, I’d spend it in Paje instead. More soul. More stories.
Heading north? Good choice. The beaches up here are the kind that made Zanzibar famous: powdery white sand, bath-warm water, and sunsets that genuinely make you question whether you’ve been living your life all wrong.
But before you get there, make a little detour…
It’s a quick stop (about an hour), but well worth it. For just $12, you can wander through ancient mangroves and Zanzibar’s largest forest where you will spot the famous red colobus monkeys swinging through the treetops like they own the place (they kind of do). They’re endemic to Zanzibar, delightfully scruffy-looking, and totally unbothered by your presence.
Tip: Bring mosquito spray. I used Incognito, and I’m convinced it saved me from donating a litre of blood to the forest.
They’re only 10 minutes apart, but the vibe? Worlds apart. Here’s how to choose the right one for you (or mix both if you’re indecisive like me).
If you want to stay somewhere with soul, Nungwi is your spot. It’s got fishing boats bobbing on the horizon, kids playing football on the sand, and women in colourful kangas strolling by balancing buckets on their heads like it’s no big deal. It’s not polished, but that’s kind of the point.
If your idea of a perfect beach day involves soft sand, always-swimmable seas, and maybe a cheeky cocktail at sunset, Kendwa might be more your thing. It’s smoother around the edges, a little more built up, and yes—it loves a party.
Let me save you the rage and regret: don’t do it.
I joined the infamous Mnemba Island tour, which is touted as a “must-do.” Instead, I witnessed:
So yes, I have opinions. Skip the tour. Spend your money with ethical operators who don’t treat marine life like toys.
The same goes for the Turtle Aquarium. It markets itself as a conservation spot, but it’s really just a walled-off tide pool where turtles are kept in unnatural conditions. Guests can get in and touch them, which causes stress and shell damage. It is not ethical tourism, no matter how pretty the photos look.
Let’s be honest, no trip is complete without a few “oh no” moments that turn into “you’ll never believe what happened” stories. And while Zanzibar gave me all the sunsets and spices I could’ve dreamed of, it also delivered a fair share of surprise characters, humbling encounters, and a few facepalm-worthy travel lessons.
Three days into my trip, I realised my money belt, with everything in it, was missing. All my cards. All my cash. Cue the full-body sweat and frantic hotel hopping trying to retrace my steps. I was halfway convinced I’d have to start a new life selling pineapples when along came Mohammed, a local hustler with contacts. He stayed with me as I went back and forth to the various hotels and called ahead to the police station to make sure I didn’t have a long wait. As it happens, my money belt had been in my bag all along!
Worried he would be annoyed at having wasted 2 hours following me around, I sheepishly told him I had found it. His reaction? “Let’s go back to the hotels to apologise, and then let me take you for lunch!”. As it happens, he works for JMG Tours and has helped me arrange all the transfers for the remainder of my trip! Every cloud has a silver lining and all that.
It started innocently enough. I was taking photos in the Old Fort when a man appeared beside me and began narrating the history of the fort. At first, I didn’t want to seem rude (plus it was interesting), but when he then started following me (still spilling out facts), I realised I had found myself an uninvited guide. At this point, I was in too deep, so I faced it head-on: “Are you looking for a tip?” “Yes”, he said, “Just $10”. I laughed and told him that a 2-hour history tour only costs $10. I also reminded him that I hadn’t asked for his input and that I thought he was just being kind. So I gave him 1,000 shillings (50 cents), shook his hand, and thought to myself, “You just got scammed!”
Just so we’re clear: a guide is someone you hire, not someone who walks beside you talking uninvited and then demands a tip. Learn from my mistake, politely but firmly say no from the start. But if you make the same mistake as me, don’t be afraid to call it for what it is. And at the end of the day, he was hustling. 50 cents is very little to me but enough for a hot bowl of porridge for him.
Tucked into the back corner of the Old Fort was a man with a guitar and a voice like honey and heartbreak. He played me song after song so I could record them for Steve after I had told him Steve was a musician. I left with the kind of gratitude that makes you feel small in the best possible way.
On paper, Dominic is a beach boy trying to sell you tours. But over two days and several long walks, one to an ATM that was wildly out of the way, we ended up talking about life. His daughter lives in Moshi with his mum. He hasn’t seen her in two years because he doesn’t make enough money. He walks two hours to work and two hours home every day. Not once did he play the pity card. He didn’t need to. His story came out naturally, and it reminded me that dismissing beach boys as hustlers misses the humanity behind the hustle. Sometimes, they just need someone to walk with who is willing to listen.
These were the moments that stuck. The ones that didn’t make the brochure but made the experience real. And if you give Zanzibar the space to surprise you, I promise it will.
Before you get swept away by the spice, the sunsets, and the soundtrack of crashing waves and call to prayer, let’s talk logistics. Because a little prep goes a long way in Zanzibar, and your sun-soaked, soul-filling trip will be all the better for it.
There’s no Uber here (yet), but getting around the island is totally doable, if a little unpredictable.
Timing is everything, and in Zanzibar, that means watching the wind and the tides.
Leave the heels and hairdryers at home. Here’s what you actually need:
Yes, even if you’re “just going to the beach.”
Because beaches have jellyfish. And falling coconuts. And the occasional rogue sea urchin. Don’t be that person Googling “emergency clinic near me” with a cracked phone and a sunburn.
Because even the most seasoned travellers need the nitty-gritty, here’s everything you’ve been Googling (and a few things you didn’t know you needed to ask).
Yes, plenty. You’ll find them in Stone Town, Paje, Nungwi, and most touristy areas. But beware: almost every ATM charges a service fee of 14,000+ shillings (about £4) per withdrawal. It adds up fast if you’re taking out small amounts.
Top tip: Use the DB Bank ATM near the Old Fort in Stone Town; it’s one of the only ones that doesn’t charge a fee. Jackpot.
A lot of places accept cards now, especially hotels, restaurants, and tour operators, but they’ll often tack on a 3% surcharge. So yes, bring your card, but also carry cash. And remember: WiFi and card machines don’t always cooperate in Zanzibar, so don’t rely on it working when you’re in a rush.
That depends on what you’re looking for.
If you’re adding it onto a safari, 5–7 days is a sweet spot to explore a few areas and unwind.
If Zanzibar is your main destination, go for 10–14 days so you can mix culture, beach time, and a little adventure. Trust me, this island knows how to seduce you into staying longer.
Yes, it is generally very safe, even for solo female travellers. Locals are warm, welcoming, and used to tourists. But as with anywhere:
Yes, but it’s a Muslim island, so do it respectfully. You’ll find alcohol in most hotels, restaurants, and bars in touristy areas, but don’t stroll through villages with a beer in hand or get too rowdy near the mosques.
Yes, and skip the hotel laundry if you want to save money. Every major town has local launderettes that are clean, reliable, and way cheaper than hotel rates. Your clothes will come back cleaner, folded into perfect rectangles, and smelling better than when you bought them.
After. Always after.
Safaris are incredible but exhausting—early mornings, bumpy roads, and adrenaline highs. Zanzibar is where you come to exhale.
Check out my 10-Day Tanzania Safari Itinerary for the perfect pre-beach adventure.
If you’ve made it this far, chances are you’re not just here for a beach selfie and a coconut. You want the real deal: connection, culture, colour, and a trip that lingers long after the tan fades.
Zanzibar isn’t just a pretty island. It’s a feeling. A rhythm. A reminder to slow down, stay curious, and say yes to the unexpected. From spice-laced food tours and spontaneous guitar serenades to the beach boys with stories worth hearing and the sunsets that silence you mid-sentence. It’s got magic woven into the cracks.
Whether you’re coming post-safari or making this your main event, I hope this Zanzibar itinerary helps you plan a trip that’s more than just a holiday. I hope it helps you feel something.
And when you’re ready to turn those plans into reality, let me help.
Migration Tanzania Safari can organise your full trip, including safari, Zanzibar add-on, and everything in between. We will do it with care, connection, and no cookie-cutter tours in sight.
Start planning your trip now before this island paradise gets busier than your inbox.
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