Obviously after spending nearly 36 hours traveling to get here we slept in, then had a delightful brunch at a local place called the Butcher Shop. There are probably a dozen of these “Butcher Shop” establishments in our town of Fajara however none of them are the same nor owned by the same person.
The following day was Nikki’s first day at the office so Thor and I went for a Walkabout, the first of many to come. The majority of the roads here are just sand from one compound wall across to the other. The only paved roads are the major highways, they are also the only roads with names. We made our way through the village in search of the beach which we were told was close by. On the way, Thor; a white fluffy Westie about 16 inches tall and 20 lbs with a permanent smile, managed to scare the heck out of an entire beauty salon full of women and befriend every child on the way. We met a local guy named Modou who was collecting fallen mangoes at a small intersection marked by the ever-present tiny wooden shack that serves as a market for that area. Modou instantly became a friend, he spent the next 2 days showing me and Thor all over the area, including a tutorial of plants and fruit and medicinal plants.
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