In order for Mark and Liz to make it to the airport on time, we had
to get up obscenely early. We motored into Hell-Ville in the dawn
light, accompanied by a pod of three dolphins – or porpoises. That
was the end of our time on the Salaama Tsara, and we said our
farewells.
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| Hell-ville harbour |
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| More harbour |
We were met by our next guide, who took us to our hotel, a somewhat
lavish affair. Although the room was not large, after a week of
washing with brackish cold water we both spent some time gazing at
the eight-nozzled shower with awe.
Having showered, we explored the hotel, accidentally wandered through
someone's luxury apartment (we thought it was the restaurant!), and
sat on the beach watching two people take a zebu for a bath.
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| Zebu. Bathing. Obviously. |
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| More clichéd sunsets |
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