Another day nearly over and yet again been spending time talking to locals in the village and on the beach, there are less muzungu's around now so when beach boys see me I'm surrounded come and its "have a look in this shop, this is my sisters shop and I can do you cheap safari" and its so hard to say no cause they are desperate for the work but you cant please everybody.
But whilst on my morning stroll along the reef I was talking to one guy called Jira and got a fishing trip in a Dow which is a little wooden canoe and he didn't want anything other than help digging up sand worms for bait, I didn't catch anything other than a conga eel, seaweed and serious sunburn on my nose cause I wasn't planning on being out all morning so I didnt use suncream. After talking for a while I mentioned he should come to the beach after dinner and I would smuggle him a pint out of the hotel but he explained that there are police at the point of the beach where turtle bay and blue bay meet, and if your black and cross over at night you get arrested, and I'm like what the f*** I thought segregation ended in the 50's, he even got questioned by tourist police for hanging round on the beach outside the hotel when he was waiting for me to run up to my room and get some clothes at lunch time.
Yesterday after lunch when I was packing a box full of deserts to take out the hotel a family from sheffield made a joke about me liking cake and when I told them I was taking them into the village there mouths dropped in shock that I go outside the complex so I explained about the slums and the people I have been meeting and said I would take them down. So off we go and got a tut tut which was a first for them even after 2 weeks here and got to the kcb bank and walked from there I called into mama Lucy's to buy exercise books to take down to the jua centre and left them outside which was not my best plan cause about 10 beach boys surrounded them and it freaked them out but I had words with them and they left us alone. They were shocked at what they saw and couldn't believe parents paid to send kids there so I told them what I've found out about education over in Kenya and some parents will earn just enough in one month to pay for a full term of education only, and then walking up the path back to the hotel the old crone finds 300 bob on the floor and says that her drinks sorted for the night, the cheeky b**** is in an all inclusive hotel, so you can guess my reaction, I was not best pleased and told her that money could feed a small family for a week, I have passed them a few times in the hotel today and they just look at the floor and quickly walk on.
I'm off for dinner now then Kalahari club for my last weekend in Africa (for this year) I'm not planning on doing much tomorrow but I didn't this morning so I'm not gonna finish blogging untill I hit British soil, if the journey back is boring, I hope you enjoyed following me on my blog and adventure up and down the coast of Kenya and I will see you very soon. X