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They must have liked us because we understood Swahili, so some of them showed off for us.
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We pushed a dhow into the water for a fisherman.
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The beach and the people were beautiful.
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One young boy was remarkably placid as his brother let us torment him.
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On the beach outside our guest house, we chatted with three children about school, English, and Ze Comedy Show.
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We ate a delicious local meal at a restaurant, served by a very sweet waitor.
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My camera could not capture even a fraction of the beauty of the stars above and around us: a fitting metaphor, I felt.
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After dinner we met Mohammed, the fascinating head of a local NGO.
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The next day, he lured us to his restaurant for lunch.
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We again ate local food: plenty of octopus, chicken, and coconut.
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Soon after, walking along the beach, we could not resist to investigate a well-advertised restaurant: the ads told us to Ask for Captain Cook
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We did so, and Captain Cook (so-named because he is both a cook and a captain) rewarded us with beers and conversation.
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We left Jambiani soon afterwards, as suddenly as we had come.