July 29, 1987

7/29/87 Lamu

at the Castle Inn

I spent time just walking around town, writing letters or a little reading. The people are so friendly, some just wanting to use their English. One young man stopped me on the street. He asked where I was from and welcomed me to Lamu. He said "don’t worry about the people here, they are all kind and no one steals." A few of us spent the morning at the museum.

This was a very Muslim town. All the women and older girls wore the full-length black purdas, most covering their faces in town. Every morning we were woken up by loud speakers calling "the faithful" to prayers, about 4:30am.

A mosque under construction.