When leaving the internet cafe yesterday, Mandy and I were intercepted by an Emily Evert on a mission. We were now going to the old portugese stone fort for a special suprise. As we walked in, two ladies royally welcomed us and beckoned for us to come to their art shop. They were exactly who we were looking for.
They poured some black powder into an old fanta orange bottle cap and with a few quick flicks of a toothpick... Boom! Henna. All 3 of us got patterns on our feet. Wait parents before you freak, henna tatoos are temporary and will only last a few weeks.
As we were sitting there letting our feet dry and eatong passionfruit with our new friends, Connor wandered into the fort with a new friend as well. He had met a local who offered him Swahili lessons, but when Connor told him we were leaving soon, he became Connor's personal tour guide of stone town.
For dinner, we drove to a beach on a different part of the island. The girls decided that we would all wear the new African garb that we had bought that day. I felt much more official, more like that person that has moved to the island and actually fits in. As we ate out on the sand surrounded by tiki torches, you could hear the Indian Ocean waves crashing beside us. What a moment. I star gazed for a bit and nature's beauty just overwhelmed me. Til Tomorrow. Britt
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