ISLAND WITHOUT ROAD (continued, p.2) In a restaurant, like almost all restaurants on the island, seafood accounted for most of the menu. I'm not really that happy, because I can not bear to eat the inhabitants of the ocean, but the rest are very inspired at the sight of giant crabs for $ 5, caught just a couple of minutes ago. Donkey After dinner we decided to go and look for a suitable bar, where they could whip or two. It turned out that it is not so easy on the island had only a few pubs, which sell alcoholic beverages. On the other hand, on an island full of asses, and their excreta. According to one of the locals here just a couple of cars, and almost no roads, so any move either on foot or on donkeys. Oh, those asses! He's just everywhere! Most of the way I looked at the road straight ahead, trying not to plunge into the traces of life these solipeds. As I saw later, when the sun rose here every step is fraught with such danger. Joe took us to the bar, which was located on the roof. He found it the day before. This guy ran a bar with large dreads (traditional Jamaican hairstyle rastamanov, approx. Perevi.), And his name was Satan. That's right, Satan. Local hot rod We're a little drunk before retired to their hotels. It turned out that all stopped in different places, it is not surprising since arrived on the island at different times. Me and Joe got into the boat and swam to our hotel, which was on the other side of the island, in the town of Shela. It turned out that night Scheele rush occurs, and wade straight into the darkness across the island, where roads and some do not, dare not every tourist. In general, owners of boats used by the situation in full and take crazy money for travel. Coral bricks Ten days earlier, in Mombasa, Joe played in "Pivopoliyu" ("Monopoly" with beer) in the company of several hotel guests. ("Monopoly - a board game in the genre of economic strategy, approx. Perevi.) Then he managed to slip on the stairs with a bottle in his hand, break it down and quite seriously hurt his hand. He stitches and was told that they must be removed within ten days. That's what he had and took the first thing the next morning, our island life. The wound was infected and some not quite healed, so he was forced to go to a local hospital to have it looked at the doctor. Paul and I went after him, to see how he has going. It turned out that the doctor was more puzzled than we are. He said that he was infected, and re-stitches it can not. Joe's doctor prescribed some antibiotics and painkillers and sent him back home with a gaping wound on his hand. After medical examination, we went into town to walk a little. At the doctor's Lamu Island is quite different from the rest of Kenya. Lamu town was one of the first settlements of people, Swahili, staying in relative isolation for many years and preserving the national culture. On the island there are many Muslims, that is why there is so difficult to find alcohol. Here also there is an incomparable atmosphere of the island, and most of the buildings built of coral bricks. Of course, for nature is not very good, but this city seems to be quite attractive. The island itself is very small. From one end of it you can go for a couple of hours. Beaches in the main part of the island a bit, but as it turned out that they just sort of disguised. We stopped the boat near the pharmacy, so Joe could buy a bandage and shook his hand before we go to dinner. Around this time Paul has told us that he is still not regained consciousness after eating cow intestines, and he needs to go back to the hotel. We went with Joe to the center of the island, away from the city. Came the sand, and space has become more open. We continued walking in the direction of Shelah, and eventually stumbled upon a village which seemed to us deserted. There were a few huts with roofs made of reeds, the remaining buildings consisted mostly of twigs. It was one of several attractions of the island, we came upon quite by accident. That evening, Paul, Joe and I were sitting on the veranda of the bar, located on the roof of our hotel. I photographed the sunset and the neighborhood, and the others were reading. I noticed that in the center of the island is a few sandy hills. The guys were already on these hills a few days ago, so I asked if I could be on them to climb. I have heard that in Africa at the tops of the hills often contain all sorts of government buildings and other forbidden objects, due to which access to it is closed for tourists. Paul said: "I'm pretty sure you can do whatever comes into your head, pal." To me it fits. I decided that I go there the next day, after the boys leave for Mombasa. Start material: Completion of material:
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