Jambiani - toothless man, awkward moments and maasai disco

I decided to spend the weekend on the east coast, in a beach bungalow, chillaxing.
Early Friday morning, we got on a daladala from Stonetown, aiming to be in Jambiani by noon.
Daladala took off as planned, stopped after 20 min, to load various merchandise on to the roof. (note to myself, be grateful you didnt opt to bring the big backpack)
They loaded roughly 20 bags of rice, some construction materials, fruits, veggies and other little bits and pieces.
Fortunately the lady with the sleeping chicken managed to get a seat!
Once we arrived to the bungalows, and had installed ourselves, we chilled by the pool. I fell asleep and burned my forehead :(
Later in afternoon we decided to find the village and stock up on some snacks, and find a place to eat dinner.
We got out on the road, walked, walked, walked and walked, only to realise we had missed the little road leading in to the village, so we had to turn around and come back - very amusing according to a truckload of workers..
Finally in the sleepy village of Jambiani, we found a duka where a toothless man bit off a piece of his cookie and offered us one piece each! What can you do, apart from accepting and eating it? LOL!
Going back we opted for the beach route, which was closer, and nicer.
Stopped by a restaurant and ordered lobster for dinner next day. Also popped into a local bar with 4 drunk people and a totally wasted, slightly possesive and totally bonkers pregnant lady, who we escaped from pronto!
Saturday we chilled and made friend with some Maasais on the beach. They offered to escort us to a disco later in the evening, so we could do some cheza cheza. Great initiative!
But, first we returned to the lobster place, and although we had C L E A R L Y cancelled the order in the morning, guess what! Yes, there was lobster awaiting. Trying to explain we didnt want it, it just got more and more awkward, and a sort of stand off was taking place, not quite knowing what to do.
Finally we ended up paying for it anyway, but only retail price though.
Did I mention the establishment did not have electricity? We dined in the light of a torch!
Later, we caught up with the masai, and took a 45 min walk along the beach, only lit by the moonlight, to Paje. Trecked through the village, crossed the road and up a hill, only to find the disco without power! No cheza cheza :(
After feeding the entire mosquito population of Paje with my blood, we finally left, backtracked until we got to the JAMBO bar, which had electricity and a toilet as a cash registry!
Furniture was logs and the bar itself a hut on the beach. There we finally got to cheza cheza until our masai escorts walked us back to our hotel.
Sunday was a very relaxed day in a hammock by the seafront. bought a scarf from a grandpa on the beach, and went back to stonetown after lunch....