At breakfast the lady from the dive centre managed to track us down with the owner of the sick dog in tow. It was a slightly surreal experience sat in a local house examining a beach mutt and trying desperately to remember lists of exotic canine diseases which might fit the strange list of symptoms in front of me. I finally settled on babesiosis as my most likely differential, left the owners trying to collect a urine sample and returned back to the dive centre to confirm their kind offer of a free trip the next day.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, apart from Charlie and Hattie feeling a little rouge'd from the previous day's exposure on the dhow. Suddenly my t-shirt turban didn't seem like quite such a laughable solution to the open deck. We spent another sunset playing volleyball and drinking beer but supper provided a few notable highlights including being served by one of the most bizarre waiters in Tanzania and having an incredibly entertaining conversation with the Muslim restaurant owner Shelly, who took his religion almost as seriously as Maiyanne. He was entertainingly forth right with his opinions of flying Ryan (MacDonalds) air, those trying to lose weight and the 'baby rhinoceroses' which tried to bring incelubrious jiggalos back to his hotel but in return for our audience he produced a second bottle of complimentary Chardonnay which we were very happy to use to toast our last night together on the 'Epic Adventure'!