The Peninsula

I'm a bit nervous. It's Monday and we'll be meeting Daniel at 5 when he gets off. Evan and I were at Tembo beach, or right next to it earlier in the day when we got his text. He wants to know if we'll be there at five to go and take pictures of stuff like rocks and monkeys. He had already called once, on Saturday, to verify that we would indeed be there. That is when I began to get slightly worried. Yeah it was probably nothing. He probably just wants to make a couple new friends and show us the cool local places. Like that rocky peninsula with no signs of human habitation. The reason I'm worried is that he seemed very interested in both the price of Evan's camera and about my GPS. And I also had my phone out at some point. That is all in addition to the fact that we're wazungu. Adds up to a prime target for mugging if you ask me. Even Evan thought the insistence a bit suspicious, especially the monkey detail.
We arrive late. Evan wasn't ready to leave Juasun, our Internet access point, until we were supposed to be there at the fish industry. We bike home and I leave all of my stuff, the only thing we bring is Evan's camera. I send Daniel a text to tell him we'll be late then drop my phone on the bed. It turns out that I really needn't have worried, Daniel was obviously just being friendly, and while we saw no monkeys that day, the peninsula was still worth the trip.
We walk down the long dirt road, Evan and I walking our bikes next to Daniel, who is no longer wearing the orange rubber suit, stopping to
take an absurd amount of pictures, though the boys carrying sticks didn't want us to. Too late. On reaching what is pretty much the end of the peninsula, we find what Daniel tells us is a hotel. We lock our bikes together and head toward some large, interesting looking rocks and a tree. The large rock says "house of goat" in Swahili. We climb around to the edge of the lake and look out, next to us on the rocks are a couple of boats made with styrofoam-filled reeds. Fishermen actually live here. We take pictures of each other and of some weird mongoose type thing and head back to the hotel, order three sodas (Evan says he has money though I've left mine at home). After finishing our sodas and paying (almost 600 Tsh each) we go out onto some different rocks at the very end of the point and watch the sun set over Lake Victoria, an endless expanse of water.
We walk back to a small group of huts and Daniel offers us porridge. We duck under a short reed roof with reed walls part way up to it and take a seat at a short table with benches. Everyone crowds around the wazungu as we eat our porridge (I think it tastes like spaghetti Os only good, Evan disagrees). We then walk a short way until we part ways with Daniel, only then do we get on the bikes, even though my mom will be frantic. It is getting dark and I warn Evan to be careful; people drive crazily here, though most people walk or ride bikes. Any collision would be bad, but we make it home fine and sure enough my mom was just calling us on our neighbor's phone (hers was out of minutes) Why do I include such random details? Who knows. Daniel told us about a disco with Swahili hiphop that would be on Saturday, too bad we'll be on a safari. Ok no, I'm pretty sure it'll be worth it.