Pretty awesome 48 hrs here all round. Night before last V and I headed to the bar to sample their margaritas (her expert verdict: never has so much tequila been placed in one drink). We managed to drink them out of lime juice, too. Still struggling to get to grips with Tanzanian etiquette, I managed to be accosted by a Masai warrior (not even in novelty costume dammit) who then would not leave me alone, despite our best efforts to get rid of him, until I made up a fictional boyfriend. The night then took a turn for the better as we made Some New Pals - bonded with Jess, Flick and Heather (London uni girls doing their year abroad studying Swahili - soooo unfair) plus the Aussie boys they'd been travelling with, Olly and Mike. Much dancing to the Waka Waka song and the Club Can't Handle Us (the DJ now recognises me as the crazy girl who always requests those songs) til the bar closed, and then an impromptu swim in the moonlight. Stars looking incredible, waters warm. Good times.
Yesterday morning brought with it some fairly intense dehydration - our little room is baking beneath the mosquito nets at the best of times, and as I'd essentially swapped my usual vast intake of water for, er, margaritas, my head was pounding pretty comprehensively. A swim and copious amounts of water soothed me greatly, and V and I lounged around reading on the beach until the evening. Then joined the others at a local and delightfully cheap restaurant (Kendwa does truly rock, but the food is pretty pricey, and the local shops only sell Pringles - who knew they were the universal crisp, recognised the world over?! - and nondescript biscuits which do not a meal make) for supper - garlic/lemon prawns and chips. YUM. We then headed down to the beach for the evening's festivities, mostly some very intense sweaty dancing. We pretty much took the roof of the bar off when the Waka Waka song came on.... Danced til 4am and then refuelled with delicious fresh pizzas, before heading to sit on the beach and wait for the sun to rise. AMAZING night.
Today = recovery day, aided by sushi (getting a real taste for this whole eating fish thing now, impressive non?!) which was delish, water, and laughing at the boys for looking so pathetic. Did not repeat my mistake of not hydrating enough so felt pretty perky myself.
Generally feeling incredibly lucky to be out here beside this beautiful sea - Olly the Australian informs me that this is one of the best beaches he's been to, and being Australian, I feel he's qualified to know. Couple more nights here and then back to Stone Town, where we're going to get a bed and AIR CON courtesy of Maija, a Finnish friend of the girls' and part of the posse who is also studying Swahili. We intend to bring much ripe pineapple with us, and Olly has promised to cook us octopus curry......
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