So after we met Joe at the airport and went to the guest house, we went for a walk, and to get something to eat. There is a pretentious hotel around the corner from the Benedictine guest house, the Southern Cross Hotel (http://hotels.lonelyplanet.com/tanzania/mtwara-r1977598/southern-cross-hotel-p1044325/) , which has possibly the most beautiful spot on the earth to rest at; but about the worst food.
Afer a lunch of seafood, we went snorkeling nearby, and then walked over to the fish market. Joseph spent a lot of time agonizing over the fish, and then made his choice. As Ray said, it was the worst fresh fish you have ever tasted. I guess the fisherman go out and catch the fish early in the morning, and bring it back to shore, where it sits and bakes (whole), in the hot sun. When it is finally bought, the fish is dry and tasteless.
We had been traveling for two days so we went to bed right after dinner.
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