School, beach, trucks and daladala

Daladala

Mama Auntie was in a great mood today, and actually laughing at some of the slang I picked up over the weekend!

After class, we decided to hop on a dala dala, or actually squeeze ourselves on to an overfull dala dala.

I ended up half sitting the lap of an old granpa, with my bag in another lap, and my friend in my lap..

The ride took about 1h and then we walked through the villages and climbed down a steep to get to the beach.

But, what a beach!

Secluded, with white sand turquoise water and a light breeze coming in....

We decided to climb back up to see the sunset, and to escape the incoming tide. But also to get back to the mainroad before dark.
After we had walked through some of the villages, we were offered a ride on the back of a truck. We climbed up, or actually they hauled me up with grace and elegance never seen before hehe.
It was a bumpy ride through random villages and with people dancing and singing for the election campain on the way.
I have never been so happy to have my big well padded derriere to sit on LOL!

They dropped us off in a village, where we caught a dala dala back to town. Made quite a detour, but hey that doesnt really matter does it? Loads of fun, with happy people, and guaranteed A/C!

Now, I should really revise my grammar and nambas in order to get ready for class tomorrow.
Am currently contemplating to stay here for an extra week, and skip the mombasa leg of my trip, but we'll see...