"Oh, well I'm not. Sorry" I said, hoping he'd leave me alone. No such luck. I wandered over to a stand where two sticks standing upright in the sand and strung with colorful twine held fluttering scarves. The owner, a woman, approached me and shouted something at the man in Kiswahili, obviously telling him to go away and leave the "mzungu" alone.
"Mzungu? Who are you calling mzungu?" I said, laughing.
"Oh no, no, I was not calling you mzungu" she stammered.
"Don't worry I'm just kidding. I suppose I am a mzungu. Thanks for telling him to go away."
Stephen was out with the cop, and Ravena and Alexia were napping, so I decided to take a matatu down the street to the beach. The second I stepped in the sand, people were already trying to sell me things. I went for a walk down the beach and a boy walked up to talk to me. Great, just what I wanted.
"How much? I'll give you good price" he said.
"Hapana, asante!" I said, meaning "No, thank you."
"Come on, good price. Good price!" It was at this point that I gave him a closer look and realized he didn't have anything to sell...except for himself. OK, this was getting weird.
"No, sorry. I am busy. I'm meeting my family now. I need to go."
"Tomorrow? How about tomorrow morning?"
Perfect! He was giving me an excuse to escape. "Yes! Tomorrow morning. Great! See you then" I said, hurrying on.
"Wait what time?"
"Yes, great. See you at nine" I said, running up the stairs to the nearest resort.