As we were trying to find it, a crazy lady came running across the street to us yelling... ruuuummelll, ruuuummeelll, ruuuuuummmelll.
The crazy lady turned out to be our inn keeper and all of us used everything short of the swahili clicking language to make sure that our stay was great.
In the morning we received fresh bread, cheeses, and hams every morning at 7:45 sharp. The plate of cheese also had a slab of butter. Imagine my surprise when I bit into it hoping for sharpness. whoops.
No comments:
Post a Comment