-thick line of salt on the back of your hand - snort
-down shot of tequila
-squirt lemon directly into your eye.........
I can't imagine being drunk enough.
I've seen my first bit of rain in Mtwara in five weeks (one week left!!!). It was nice to see. One couldn't possibly complain, the weather has been absolutely perfect; it's not too hot, very dry, sunny, with that ever present fresh breeze off the Indian Ocean. A little rain is quite pleasant. I'm finding life in general here quite pleasant. There's the unbelievable reef, the happy people and warm smiles and pleasant greetings; "Mambo!" "Poa!", the curries and instant coffee, the tuk-tuks and heavily ladden bicycles, and I absolutely love all the hand-hewn wood furniture, the doors and desks and beds, all for sale by the side of the road, and you can sit and watch them make the furniture if you like. The quality is not perfect, but there is a heavy solidity to everything, and it has a rustic appeal that I love. Everything here makes Western life seem so sterile in comparison. But I am still very excited about getting home in a week.
The tide had turned just prior to our arrival at the beach today, and the current was just too strong to enjoy the swim without having a tinge of concern, and I ran into this nasty looking fellow who posed for a few shots before turning in my direction and scaring me off....
As I fought the current I could see the sky darken off towards the horizon so figured I'd best head in before I got wet (that's a joke), the other pilot and I didn't quite make it, but we warmed ourselves with some fine fresh Mtwara coffee at the Msimo Hotel. It takes only forty minutes to get a waiter, and another forty five to heat the water, and however long you wish to stir in the instant powder. I will admit though, it is actually quite good....
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