Ich gehe also unter die Sim-Karten-Sammler (nicht dass ich zu Hause nicht schon 4 oder 5 hätte) und befinde mich nun im stolzen Besitz einer 1000Shilling Vodacom-Simkarte (sind ca. 53 €cent) und kann offenbar auch hierüber ins Netz. O Wunder was. Ein Hoch auf die Inder, die haben Ahnung von dem ganzen technischen Zeug und halfen mir heute geduldig… Aber nun genug der Nebensächlichkeiten. Nur noch eins: die neue Nummer: +255752977862.
Well, actually we had before, again in the morning to jump into the sea flux, because just like that wonderful turquoise blue (at least in our memory from the previous day) was fabulous and we are so keen on it were. Well. No sooner said than planned, we were there, but the sea was gone. At least a hundred meters. Low tide is called, and the same was basically predictable than anything else in this country, just as we had not just thought of it.
So we shuffled so a little while aimlessly through geebbte area filled with coral and strange rock formations until a little later 2-3 Kenyans casually crossed our path and tracking for both of us more and more strange aquatic creatures, and thus a detailed ebb Sea Tour developed that eventually down to a reef led. 
to my not direct positive surprise, we discovered quite close to the point where we had rumgeplanscht the previous day fun, an incredible collection of (no exaggeration) thousands of sea urchins, with (by) which I in 7 years ago Indian Ocean at Zanzibar Acquaintance had made. No fewer than 40 spines in my right foot had at that time a minimum of 3 months ongoing memory is kept alive.
The two "guides" who even had a whole repertoire of German erkleckliches led us safely through the seas and sea urchins along the stone fish, starfish and squid, almost like a petting zoo. Fabulous! And like most everything - totally unplanned.
Well. In the end, was to be expected, a non-scarce negotiation phase at the cost of this little tour. For free but then there's almost nothing here. (Quote of the Kenyan "Ohne Moos nix los!" is The rule of thumb, it seems to me that it is possible to negotiate the first-mentioned price to an average of about one-fifth, so that from left in this case 2500KSh another 500 remained. Ca. 5 euros.
was really funny that another Kenyan came up right after me, and asked me if I could exchange it for a 2 euro coin, because you can not get rid of this fact. 
I'm ok, so what, and Samuel went off to 700KSh to get out of our neighborhood. We paid the Guidi € 500 and the 200th Finder Right after that came another Wakenia and offered for sale really pretty shells. And what can I say: For a 2-euro coin, he sold me an impressive part: o) How's all in the family.
Our path led us back after lunch to Mombasa, for Samuel was like a little stroll through the city anyway and we needed a bus ticket to Dar the next morning.
arrived in Mombasa, we were looking first at our recommended accommodation, which turned out to be a unique scavenger hunt. The "Mombasa Backpackers" is really nice, but in many ways a secret, because even if someone stands directly in front, there is no indication that it is a long time there. With a Dreiradtaxi, wirklich amüsant eigentlich, gurkten wir ungefähr eine Stunde durchs Gelände und haben wenigstens 7mal nach dem Weg gefragt. Selbiges Fragen führt immer wieder in Dillemata, denn sämtliche Afrikaner geben äußerst ungern zu, dass sie mal nicht Bescheid wissen und schicken einen deshalb lieber ins Nirvana als ihre Unwissenheit einzugestehen. Mehrmals endete unsere Fahrt demnach in Sackgassen.
Nun denn, unser Fahrer war nach dieser Tortour wirklich genervt, ließ sich aber immerhin wieder aufheitern. Ich schlug ihm vor, er soll vorn auf sein Taxi schreiben: „I know the Mombasa Backpackers!“ Nicht ausgeschlossen, dass das jetzt wirklich der Fall ist und wahrscheinlich bringt es ihm tatsächlich Kundschaft.
Eingecheckt und geduscht machten wir uns gegen 3 nochmal auf den Weg in die Innenstadt, nun wissender und per Matatu (Kleinbus) reisend. Wir stiebten quer durch die Stadt auf der Suche nach Attraktivitäten und dem Bus-Office. Das erste Mal in diesem Jahr war ich nun wirklich genervt von diesem Land. In Mombasa war es irre irre laut, überall trötet und brummt es, hunderte von Bussen und Taxis, Müll ohne Ende und unüberschaubar viele Menschen. Nicht wenige würden einem gern irgendwelchen Reis verkaufen und die Frage nach einem bestimmten Bus-Office führt einen meistens genau in ein anderes, weil jeder irgendwie jeden zu kennen scheint und die Büro’s Commission on pay-mediated customers. Adjust the heat and a bit of a hurry: I was fed and quite properly hmerzen Kopfsc. Well, it helped 
nothing, we finally found both the desired Busstand and the famous "Tusk," the elephant teeth, resembling an both on the ivory trade and the visit of Britain's Princess 1956th
Whatever. The next day we went even further to Dar. The beginning of the trip is described briefly. To say more would be that the below-described Holperstraße deserves a little lullaby would specially dedicated in contrast to the information we are after would have the border (visa good chat = +50 € per nose) is expected. A blog entry would be there with no keyboard in the world have been possible, because if the potholes and the non-measurable speed of the vehicle in the bus all hopped up and down.
ran the trip, with a short stop in Tanga, as planned, though we arrived about 17:30 clock later than I would have thought. Now we live here in the Luther House, not exceptional, but solid and today had a little Ausspanntag to visit the fish market (perceived about 1000 liters of oil bubbling to 100 square feet) and relax and catch fire at the sun Kipepeo Beach.
On the latter, we conducted several marathon negotiations with the Beach Boys show up constantly, which offered us anything. I guess I'm not a very easy customer for the poor Tanzanian, but our pack was in the end quite well filled with Shukas, Kangas, Tinga Tinga and letter cards. Until then, the boys but insulted several times whether my proposal price deducted nöhlend, a little later and some aufzukreuzen repeatedly. But I'm so not first ask if anyone wants to sell me something ...
for now enough today. We sit for another tour of the city, including grilled on bicycle spokes Fleischspießchen (which ever meat?) In a hotel room or drinking beer, because alcohol is not allowed apparently. However, there are even those in the restaurant of the Protestant house chilled Hopfenblütentee. There, however, it is served with bread nicely packaged bottles. (A story similar to ravioli).
morning we stay so still here, check across the city and gaze even know what to expect. On Thursday's scheduled to go on to Moshi, a day trip again, this time along the Pare Mountains. From the foot of Kilimanjaro I can probably give back what the best.
So far so good, it Greet you warmly Philip and Samuel. Mungu awabariki!
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