Told You So

Change of plan, again. Am now in Tanzania. Arrived in Tanga yesterday. Border crossing was slightly crazy but then what can one expect. I feel like a proper backpacker now, my passports all stamped and covered in stickers. No computers at the beach so allow me to back track a little. I left Mombassa on Thursday and went to a place called Tiwi. Spent Easter weekend chilling (well burning actually but pardon then turn of phrase) in the sun and swimming in the oceaN WHICH IS WARM AND CLEAR AND THERE ARE NO SHARKS BECAUSE THE CORAL REEF NEAR THE SHORE KEEPS THEM (just realised caps lock on, cant be bothered retyping though) away which is always good. My neighbours at the campsite where two famillies, one were white kenyans (yes such a thing does exist) the others were Australian (which really did my accent a whole lot of good mate).The dad of the Kenyans is origonally Irish and spent most of the weekend practising archery on innocent cardboard boxes. Very random. Easter Sunday was a brilliant day, the mum took pity on me and gave me a lesson on how to light a proper campfire-my trial and error method possibly not the best. So for me Easter meal I had spagetti and a fish that I boght and cooked-almost by myself. The two famillies left on Monday morning and donated me some left overs, noodles, potatoes, plastic dishes and a pinapple. Hoorah, am being ,ooked after well. Left Tiwi on Tuesday by a somewhat convoluted route. I could have gone back to Mombassa and got a bus straight to Tanga, but I'd have been doubling bsack on myself which is rather pointless. So instead I took two taxis, two matatus, a tuktuk (kind of like a quad bike with a roof, seats 3 comfortable, this one had four a baby and a guy in the boot. Welcome to Africa) and a dalladalla( Tanzanian minibus). Much more fun my way. And one of the taxis forgot to chrge me, he didn't ask so I didn't offer.
Got to Tanga, dumped bags and went in search of a cash machine. No such thing here-well actually there are three but none take my card. At the beginning of my hunt I bumped into a guy called David who works at the tourist information office, he directed me to the ATMs. At the end of my hunt I bumped into him again and told him I'd had no luck. Taking pity on me (this seems to be becoming a theme, do I really look that lost and desperate?) we ended up in a bar watching Milan v Barcelona and drinking Kilimanjaro beer. Don't you just love how this stuff happens. Met up again today and went on his motorbike (I can already hear my parents taking that deep breath and preparing to give me a good telling off