Kicking back in Kokrobite

In contrast to the preceding two weeks, the past five days have seen us do as little as possible, while watching others do as little as possible. Welcome to Kokrobite, where the lack of activity from the locals is only matched by the lack of activity from the tourists. Palm trees, fishing boats, Rasta dudes everywhere. My personal highlight was watching five of the aforesaid Rasta men attempt to push start a car which was going around in circles in the car park in order to avoid the litany of palm trees. It was good to see people with whiter legs and worse fashion sense than us. (God bless the Germans). Thoroughly chilled (in a metaphorical way) we now head to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia and a whole new mystery (By the way, Bart’s 12th Cup didn’t get a mention locally but some guy won the US election and he is pretty popular in these parts. Our waiter tells us he will be offering visas to all Africans.