This morning we walked to Shela beach – the more upmarket part of Lamu where apparently lots of expats live. It took us about 45 mins to walk there but it felt like longer as it was so hot and humid with limited shade. A swim in the beautiful ocean was a perfect reward for our walk! The water wasn't cold at all but very salty! It was our first swim in the ocean since Cape Town – the difference in water temperature was huge! While we were sitting enjoying the serenity, an older man came along selling freshly cooked fish samosas for 60c each. We got one each and then he just awkwardly sat with us – initially he waited for us to want to buy more – we politely declined – and then he wanted to help us find accommodation in Shela (not that we needed it) at his sister’s hotel. We also politely declined that offer. But he still sat with us! Calvin, in the end, subtly told him to leave by saying 'do you want your samosa basket?’ which was just on the ground between us. It worked! There was a young African guy playing soccer on the sand in front of us – he kicked the ball a couple of times to Calvin so we thought he was just so friendly. Later on, when we were leaving, he came up to us asking if we wanted to go on a tour with him – there’s often a hidden agenda to the friendliness which gets a bit frustrating sometimes because we lose our trust in people! After our stint on the beach we had a juice each at one of the cafes and then went for a wander around the narrow streets of Shela – too hot for too much exploring though! We decided to avoid the walk back to Lamu by catching a boat (costing $1 each) that took about 10 mins. It took a bit of haggling to get the cheap price but it’s just what we are used to doing now! Along the way, a local’s boat had run out of petrol so the boat we were in towed them back to their other boat. Had a cheap and huge lunch at Labanda Restaurant. This was more of a local joint with chapati, ugali, pilau, mchicha, matoke and, of course, beans. Calvin got beef pilau and mchicha and Kate got the same with an added chapati. Calvin finished his, Kate didn’t. The times we’ve had beef in Kenya have consisted of mostly gristly chunks of meat – probably best to avoid Kenyan red meat. Went back home for a nap. Power was out but luckily it wasn’t too hot. Came back in an hour or two. For dinner, we went to the Lamu Palace Hotel for a gigantic chicken curry with veg and mash shared between Kate and Calvin. The curry was delicious – didn’t think there would be almost a whole chicken underneath all the curry sauce though!