Beach and Body

Things have been a bit boring the last few days, so today I went with Dean, a 40 year old man from Manchester (it's impossible to understand anything he says) to the bank, and then to see the beach. Weather was as awful as it can be here: cloudy... So no swimming, but nice views.



 Got a bit tired from all the English people at the bar asking if I was Dean's girlfriend or wife, so decided to go back. Dean told me to go right, walk straight forward for 5 min, go left, across the roundabout, and get a matatu from there. I did go right, but got lost...But the good thing about Africa is that someone always wants to help you, so when I had decided I'd gotten lost, I just took a tuk-tuk back to the backpackers. Easy. Oh, a tuk-tuk is a small thing, with a moped-engine, three wheels and three seats for passengers. Simple taxi, really.

Why the title says "body"? Well, when Dean and I walked down to the beach, we came across a dead body, washed up from the ocean. Somebody else had already found it luckily, and covered up most of it, but you could still see his arms and legs, which was not a pretty sight. The locals said he'd probably fallen of one of the big ships passing by Mombasa, as they weren't missing any local fishermen, and the body was wearing too much clothes to be a fisherman. According to Dean it'd had to have been at least 5 days in the ocean before being washed up. Nasty.

Also, this is where I currently live: