On the way to the beach, we stopped at a high-end restaurant and found out that they were waiting for their sugarmami to show up. In Africa, living off her is a good way out.

Yunluo swam here for about a few hours. Since she was alone and had a bag with US dollars in it, no one was watching her, so she didn't dare to be too reckless. However, the feeling of soaking in the water was still great.

Every now and then, seeing people coming over, Yunluo would go ashore and squat next to Yunluo's clothes to smoke. Every now and then, someone would ask Yunluo if he wanted marijuana, and someone else would ask Yunluo if he wanted a girl. This made Yunluo depressed. An's family chatted and ate pilao. They were all Christians, didn't drink, what nice people! They didn't smoke either. Yunluo would smoke and run to the roof of the unfinished house next to him. He would squat on the roof and look at the surrounding scenery and take a deep breath. This made Yunluo feel comfortable.

I got up and strolled around the city. After that I went to buy a bus ticket and prepared to go to Mombasa the next day. Another nice thing about Africa is that there are fruit stalls everywhere, second-hand clothes and second-hand shoes everywhere. It seems that there is no urban management here. You can set up a stall by paying a little money every month. It is so harmonious, unlike Yunluo Country, where the urban management is more ferocious than a tiger.

I went to the beach in the afternoon and was sunburned. Walking on the beach, an old man came across me and Yunluo asked him, "Are you Chinese?"

He looked at Yun Luo in surprise: "Are you Chinese?"

"Yes, from Yunluojing City."

Then Yunluo and his friend were really from the same hometown, and they sat under the shade of the tree and talked for an hour. In fact, Yunluo had seen Chinese tourists before, but apart from the guy who shared a room with Yunluo, they had basically never talked about anything else.

The most ruthless one was a sister. Yunluo and I took a bus from Mombasa to Lamu. The sister was hanging out with the Japanese and ignored her compatriots. Haha.

This old man is quite funny. He is 68 years old. He went from Tanzania to Kenya alone. He was going to Zambia, but he found out that he could not get a visa on arrival when he arrived at the border. He got angry and came to Kenya. Then he returned to China from Tanzania.

An hour later, the old man left with an umbrella. Yunluo looked at his back. Should Yunluo continue to be reckless while he is still young, or wait until he has saved enough money and then follow his example?

There is a school sports team coming to the beach for training. I really envy them for being able to run every day on such a beautiful beach. It is much better than running while breathing in the smog.

After returning home, I accompanied Felix to the village to get something in the evening. We first visited one of his relatives. Yunluo was surprised that there were so many relatives here. He told Yunluo that his family was a big family with more than 100 people. This was his cousin's family. As soon as the child met Yunluo, he hugged Yunluo's thighs and didn't even wash his hands after eating.

Yunluo held the two children and watched Jet Li's movie with them, and chatted with relatives. This family was not rich, and there were holes in the walls, but they actually had a TV and stereo. Yunluo didn't know what to say. He gave Yunluo a plant that Kenya often eats. It is said that eating too much is like drinking too much.

It will be very exciting. I forgot what the name is, but I really don't like the taste of this, it's too astringent, but it's quite cheap. Curious people can consider it when they come to Kenya. A large bundle is only about 100 shillings. In fact, I think it is similar to betel nut, but it's a little more unpalatable than betel nut.

Going to his client's house, walking in the village was really a bit nervous. If Yunluo was alone, Yunluo believed that Yunluo would definitely not walk on this road. There were no street lights. From time to time, a black man suddenly appeared and asked Yunluo for money, saying he would give Yunluo 50 shillings (3 RMB). Yunluo could only reply that he had no money.

Y actually followed everyone for 2 minutes, and only left in disappointment when Felix asked him to leave. Felix and Yunluo said that it might be because the tourism situation was not good this year, and it was not easy to be a beachboy, so when they saw foreigners, they wanted to ask for some money.

Yunluo was even more shocked when he arrived at the customer's place. In fact, the phone he wanted to repair was a domestic phone worth less than 200 yuan. If Yunluo had broken it, he would have thrown it away.

But Yunluo really didn't know this brand. Yunluo searched on Baidu and found out that it was produced in Shenzhen and exported to Africa. She was surprised again. Later, she found out that it sold better in Tanzania. You can hardly find it in China.

Children in China are really not good now. They are all darlings. Yunluo had a hard childhood, but it is still far behind his African friends. After the family, they took a car directly to Mombasa, changed a minibus to the pier, and took a free ferry. There were only two foreigners on the boat, a white woman hugging a black man, who was carrying a Chinese stereo. They were probably a liquor store owner, or else they ran a small hotel.

There were countless people on the ferry. One guy was talking on a loudspeaker and said to the white girl, "Kenyan men are good." Yunluo laughed for a long time behind her. Yunluo had dirty thoughts.

Then he held up the loud speaker and asked Yun Luo: "Japanese?" Yun Luo said: "Chinese."

"You're kidding me, you look Japanese."

"Yun Luo is truly a Chinese."

"You are Chinese, do you know Kung Fu?"

Yun Luo was sweating profusely. "Not every Chinese person knows Kung Fu, bro."

The eldest brother lost interest in Yunluo and continued to chatter. Haha.

After crossing the ferry, we took a bus to a place called Ukongda. We had to change buses after getting off. Yunluo said that we were just strolling around and looking for hotels along the way. But they were all very expensive. Yunluo was really helpless about this. We walked to the beach and sat on the beach alone, feeling depressed. We met another beachboy.

I asked Yunluo if she wanted to camp at his house. 200 shillings would be enough. How could Yunluo camp at a beach boy's house? It was simply disregarding her personal safety. If Yunluo was a girl, she would definitely be treated differently. Suddenly, I remembered that I had a local card.

It's 30 yuan, it's okay, it's decent, it can take a shower, it can be charged. It's the first time I use Yunluo's small tent in Africa.

I went to sleep first, eating bread and drinking water in the tent, it felt so cold.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The next day, I got up and strolled to the beach. Well, this place is the same as Malindi, with water only appearing during high tide in the afternoon. As soon as I arrived at the beach, I was surrounded by beachboys. They asked Yunluo if he wanted to go on a day trip to a nearby island. As a result, the minimum price was 50 US dollars. Yunluo was crazy because the big brother only rented a house in Kenya for 40 US dollars a month.

Yunluo spends less than 50 dollars a day, which is too extravagant. Normally, coconuts are only 2 yuan each, but the beach boy sells coconuts for 10 yuan. Are you trying to scare Yunluo to death?

To be honest, the beach in Diani is more beautiful than Lamu and Malindi, but due to objective factors, Yunluo doesn't like it here. It feels a little chaotic. Yunluo likes a quiet or even deserted beach. There is no way, Yunluo is not a party animal.

I went back to the tent and lay down. I continued to stroll in the afternoon, avoiding various beachboys and meditating on the beach for an hour. Then I watched a few black guys playing football. Yunluo joined in. I asked Yunluo how Chinese football was. Yunluo immediately said, let's not talk about this issue. Yunluo knows that you have Mariga.

When he played for Inter Milan, everyone also had Dongfangzhuo. When he played for Manchester United, they asked Yunluo, "Have you played?" Yunluo said, "Yes! It seems like 3 games!?"

After playing for about an hour, we saw a beach volleyball court and camels for people to ride next to it. Yunluo really felt that this was a pure tourist destination, irl, beachboy...

Yun Luo really didn't have a very good impression of this place. There were too many people harassing him and besieging him. He had originally planned to stay for three days, but ended up leaving after only two and a half days.

Yunluo's friend called Yunluo and said that she was also at Diani, with her boyfriend, and asked Yunluo if she wanted to go home together. Yunluo did not hesitate and took a motorcycle to find her.

The only few things that Yunluo remembered vividly were that since they had run out of bread, they had to find a restaurant to eat. A pilao at the beach cost about 20 yuan.

Yunluo crossed the road at the end of the workday and asked the locals where to find cheap food. A buddy told Yunluo that there were cheap ones in the village, one pilao was 50 shillings. Yunluo went over and the locals were very happy. They asked Yunluo why he came here to eat. Yunluo answered very happily, because it was cheap. The same food across the street cost hundreds of shillings, Yunluo couldn't afford it. They laughed there. (To be continued...)