When we got up we were informed that our organised boat trip was to leave earlier than expected due to tides etc. Unsure as to whether Rona would be up in time we put off the trip till tomorrow. Sleep was broken the night before due to a torrential cloudburst and the 4 a.m Muslim prayer song.
One thing to note about sunlight hours here is that when it is night is impossible to tell the hour of night, it could be 10pm or 5am, so you never know when you are awake.
A morning stroll around the town revealed an Internet shop for use tomorrow and the post office and tourist information. We also happened upon Captain Bobo, our dhow skipper for the arranged trip who went over the forthcoming events with us.
Upon returning to the hotel to collect Rona we discovered her room was quite noisy & requested that she be relocated to a quieter room. The nice hotel manager complied completely and did not charge any extra for the privilege.
As the day progressed we were glad not to be on the boat as there were further downpours; the silver lining being that we did not have to put up with the mid-day sun.
The weather cleared for the afternoon when we took a trip to Shela and the neighbouring beach just a few km down the shore. Along the way we found a windsurf hire shop which we will take advantage of in due course.
A swim in the sea and short rest on the beach saw us heading back to base, this time employing a boat service to shorten the journey, and get a nice view of Shela and Lamu.
On arrival we were greeted by Bobo, again not being recognised by me (I'm bad with faces) he was introduced to Rona and we proceeded to finalise arrangements for the next day.
We were then recommended a place to eat well and cheaply near the hotel and proceeded to set about getting more cash from the hotel safe. This proved to be entirely unnecessary as the entire meal cost us 290 ksh (£2.25) in total including pints: 1x Passion fruit, 1x Avocado, 1x Orange & 1x Mango juice. We are, once again, well fed.
This meal had been preceded by various occasions of eating meat kebabs from street stalls as will happen every day I imagine, because they're nice.
Now, once again we relax for the evening listening to far off prayer song and the lapping waves at the waterfront where we are staying.
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