After a fairly lazy get up we walked up to the 680 and after a lot of mucking around and signing things, got Linda’s camera back.
We had a ginger ale at the bar then went over to the African Heritage Café. We had lunch then stayed there until 4:30 listening to the African band that was playing. They were really good, with drums, bass, two guitars and between 2 and 6 singers on at various times. They were great dancers too, with natural rhythm and some of their moves were decidedly suggestive!
On the way back to the hotel I went to a curio shop & bought Linda’s birthday present – a Batik of a Masai warrior.
We had tea at the corner café then spent the evening relaxing in our room. Oh! One other thing. This morning we were lying awake just before dawn and we heard the cryers in the towers of the nearby mosk [sic], calling the town’s Muslims to prayer. A really eerie sound.
CurseOfTheTraveller 