Now you see it, now you don't

Are we there yet? I am sure if we had kids in the back seats (not that we have any back seats) those words would be ringing in our ears. The journey up from Pemba wasn't extraordinarily long but it just seemed to keep on going, especially the last stretch after Mucojo. The road almost disappeared before it had started, but ended up being a very scenic if slow going single track of medium thick sand. Thank goodness for GPS or we would have probably got lost passing through one of the villages. We eventually made it to the end of the long sandy coconut palm lined spit of the peninsula and arrived at Ashim's Camp. What a magnificent spot, just meters from the sea, camping on the lovely white sand with the aforementioned coconut palms looming above our heads. Not much space for camping and just 3 small basic thatched huts as the other accommodation, and even more basic screened bucket loos and a cold shower. Another taste of paradise? Well almost. Rich and myself went off to find Ashim, and in the process got to see 3 huge Grouper(?) fish that his men had just landed, the largest tipping the scales at around 100kg.
Anyway, after the usual evening rituals we were getting ready for bed and Ashim appeared with his night watchmen and advised us to lock up and put everything away, i.e. tables and chairs. We did so and also put our tent cover in the cab so the loitering dogs wouldn't wee on it, Kaz and Rich put theirs on their canopy.
The next morning Sue and I awoke early just as the sun was rising, and Kaz and Rich were already up and deep in discussion with Ashim, sommit was up. Their tent cover had gone walkies, and the wood bag tiedown strap cut but the wood bag was still there as it was too heavy to grab. So much for the 2 sleeping night watchmen! Apparently things go walkies quite often much to Ashim's frustration. He has been trying to get the local community to hand over the thieves but no luck so far after two days, and we move on tomorrow. One can but hope, otherwise Kaz and Rich will have to try and get a replacement cover sent up from SA, somehow. Until then we will try and rig a temp cover with our groundsheet to protect their tent from the dust and the weather once it is folded up.
Apart from that life has been great here, lazing on the beach and swimming in the warm sea. It is a tad windy though and last night we weren't sure if our tent would get shredded! Thankfully after some hasty precautionary midnight tying down we made it through. Just to ease the stress we have had to make do with fresh grilled barracuda the last two nights, sigh.
Next step, progression towards the border and a date with the elusive Captain Phillip and his ferry, all will be revealed.
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