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All I've eaten today is fish...and sugar

Kelly and I are thoroughly enjoying our vacation now after the 2 days of travel to get here!

On our first day in Pemba, we went for an exploring run (when you go out for a run and walk/stop where you want to see things more). We stopped to watch a major dance party at a school or something before approaching the cluster of women with their buckets of  treats and buying at least one of everything. These snacks included little twisty things, scones, mandasi, etc. Then we decided to run to Pemba town. We found an ATM, a covered market similar to malawi, and wandered around some. Neither of us were very impressed and people were a lot more hassle-y in town. So we got a hitch back to our place and decided to have lunch (seafood of course!) and go play in the ocean. So that's exactly what we did! 






The water was decently warm and pretty clear although it was very shallow! Most of the time we were only swimming in like 2-3 feet of water, and you could walk out really far in the bay which was neat! Nobody bothered us, so we laughed and played in the water for awhile. Then before the sun set, we ran to the bar to grab a beer and sat on the beach watching another day finish with the sinking orange sun setting over the crashing waves. 




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