The place
Pemba Island, in short.
Pemba is the other island, and almost nobody goes. It is greener than Unguja, properly hilly, and almost entirely given over to clove trees — for a long stretch of the twentieth century this island produced a large share of the world’s cloves, and the smell of them drying is still the smell of the place.
There is very little tourism. A handful of lodges, no resort strip, and roads that are mostly unpaved. What there is instead is a reef wall that drops away hard into the Pemba Channel, which is why the divers who come here are usually experienced ones.
Ngezi Forest in the north is the last piece of the forest that once covered the island, and it holds the Pemba flying fox, a large fruit bat that lives nowhere else.
Pemba suits people who want the Swahili coast without the infrastructure. It does not suit anyone who wants a choice of restaurants.