I am back on the island, now in Kendwa near the northern tip. Kendwa is all about its beaches, beach pubs, fishing boats, and beach boys. “Beach boy” is the official term for a young man who wants to sell something, or who plays annoying music and wants money. No idea what other services they offer. People walking up to you, offer help, won’t take No for an answer, and demands money are the most annoying aspect of this island.
Others are very nice to talk to. Met a young artist from Kenya and chatted for an hour. After his fourth tequila he was quite exuberant and slightly incoherent, but if I decide to settle in Tanzania he will build a house for me. Because he is also an architect of course.
