I am chased, it seems, by the ghost of Evelyn Waugh. In Zanzibar I stay at the old English Club. The building has been well preserved. You can still wander to the library where Waugh drank whisky and soda to fight the heat. The books are kept in boxes, a relic of the British protectorate now six decades after independence. One night Waugh ventured outsi…
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