Wednesday 13th March
Popped up to the north of the island for a day and a night. Drove through a village called "Bambi", which delighted me, but resulted in a protracted explanation of Walt Disney films with my driver. Delighted me so much in fact, that we took a little detour on the way back to have a look, finding a beautiful village surrounded by palm and mango trees,with women, conspicuous by the lack of muslim dress, sitting about by their mud huts, sharing food and childcare. We popped in to buy some mangoes, and played a game of peek-a-boo with one of the kids (a game that translates into any culture), bought mangoes that tasted of sunshine, and left with smiles on our faces. Driving about here takes time and patience - a one hour trip is likely to take three hours, as you stop every few kilometres to buy some bananas, fresh coconuts to drink from, just to pull up for a chat. It is a mark of how swiftly I have acclimatised to African timekeeping that I thouroughly enjoyed myself and didn't worry about the time once.
Day of sorting things out and paying for things tomorrow, then home Friday. Boo.
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