Lala Coma Simba

After dinner and a few rounds of Guillotine last night, Gerit, Oliver, and I decided to head out to the American Bar just down the beach. It was opened by two American's only a week ago and is a quick walk from our place. It's not our favorite hang-out, but it's our last night together before additional volunteers arrive and we wanted to go out without having to worry about getting back due to high tide.

Here's one of our local friends and another guy who is drunk on papaya wine and I think under some other influences too...

The one nice thing is that they always have a bonfire and classic American music, even though their beer selection isn't always the best. This is Oli and our friend Eric....I think they're discussing fishing for squid.Here's Gerit and one of the American students from Utah who just got into town from a school trip to Kilimajaro. They were pretty cool and much better than your typical American college toorist.
Here's Oli "kucheza dansi coma Mzungu" (dancing like a white person)....we're often called Mzungu as we go through the town (which means white person):

I talked with one of the guys in the picture for quite some time last night. He's promised to take me night fishing one night before I leave. It's on a doh, which is locally constructed sailboat...and I don't believe it's inspected by any nautical regulatory agency. We'll see if he follows through on it and see if I have the guts to go out on one of those things at night.

For all of you still up in the states, "lala coma simba".....or "sleep like a lion!"