The problem with going to Tanga is that the only logical thing to do is spend a lot of time swimming in the Indian Ocean. If I were closer to this town, I would never get work done. Ever.
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| Pretty bay featuring knee I am too lazy to crop out. |
At some point during the beach-related sloth, a kid in a unicycle showed up. My old sitemate George attempted it. I have spent the past year sitting on the sidelines giggling while George tries silly things. I am conveniently leaving out the pictures of my own unicycle attempt, which ended in me being too chicken to commit and actually get on the thing.
I love Tanga. Last time I was here I also ended up on a beach, and someone let me play with his kayak, this time I am invited to play with a unicycle, albeit much less successfully.
Also, there is hookah and live bands which George just kind of joins. Because he can.
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| Can you spot the white person playing drums? |
I love Tanga.
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