Wandering on the beach as the boats were coming in was interesting, the fishermen weren't too happy to have us there, but Sokol lent a hand and helped pull a boat in as Carol, Julian & I looked on.
We split up to do our own thing and take photo's of the boats with the sun going down. I was approached by a tout selling perfume, which was a little suspicious as there weren't any other tourists around, however he was insistent and it took me a while to shake him off. I continued to head back to the fish market and watched a lot of men running up the beach with plastic boxes of sardines on their heads being loaded into the back of an old pick up. A guy called me and asked me to take his photo, I made sure that I had heard him right and took a photo of him next to the pick up with a few sardines inside. No sooner had I done that I heard voices being raised and to my horror Julian yelling at the tout. Apparently Julian had got so incensed with this perfume selling tout harassing him, he was yelling at him in English (which the tout wouldn't understand) and it was getting louder. Sokol had heard it too and went to intervene, I rushed to join him and the two of us stood between Julian & the tout before Julian flattened the poor guy. The tout walked off and the three of us pointed out to Julian that agression gets you nowhere here, it's patience that pays off in Africa, he was lucky it didn't go any further and Sokol had had the good sense to help out.
With things a bit calmer I wandered off again and was approached by the police who were very firm in telling me not to take any photo's of the pick up being loaded with sardines, I smiled and said, yes of course! Omitting to tell them that I had indeed taken a photo of it!! Which begs the question - where were these police guarded sardines heading for?
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