Friday, October 9, 2009

Ikombe tour

Paula and Anol checked out in the morning. It was a big last day at Lake Naeser. I got up early and took a walk and carried on with where it was left out yesterday evening. It was a nice one hour walk. I passed the village and met some school girls who were eager to talk to me.
I had a big breakfast at Lutheran center and met an African gentleman named Sullen from Tukoyo who was sent by Lutheran organization healthcare department to visit Metemba beach hospital. Both Metemba beach hospital and Lutheran beach hospital were founded by German. We had a long talk. He introduced me a book named " How European Helped African?". I was a bit conscious that I might have come across too aggressive and opinionated.
I was running late to meet Qusa. She had been waiting for me for 2 hours. I can't apologize the way she would understand. We had very limited communication. We started to walk through Lyililu and then a long hike along Lake Naesar to Ikombe. The narrow winding trail goes around the lake with many overlook points. Many canoes were on the lake, shipping merchandise to the port for tomorrow's market place.Pottery is Ikombe's specialty. Piles of pots were getting ready for tomorrow's show. I was in a great spirit on the hiking trail. It turned out one of the most pleasant and the last hike I did on the trip.
Ikombe is a small village where everyone makes mud pots here. The pots are dirt cheap. I attempted to get a few. But I knew it was not a good idea to carry a big pot for next 3 days of travel. Qusa took me to the pastor's house for some soda and chat. We took a canoe back to Metamba beach. Qusa tried to ask for more money than we agreed. I turned her down. It's African's mentality to try to ask for more money. They don't usually have a problem when you turn them down.
It was about 4:00 pm when I returned to Metamba beach. I caught the last pickup truck and dala dala back to Kyela. I stayed at Midland guesthouse in Kyela that night. I enjoyed Ugali with beef sauce, a typical African staple. I knew that would be one of the last few meals on that continent.



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