Well it did rain on Friday night - and it was heavy rain. So heavy that you could really feel the weight of it on your umbrella. I now realise why all the unmetalled side roads (i.e most of the roads) are like rocky river beds. It is because that is what they quickly become. However, by Saturday morning it had cleared up and four of us decided to hire a taxi for the day (which worked out at about £7 each) and go down to River Number 2 Beach. The road was terrible, but the beach is jaw-dropping.
It was almost deserted but the community there has formed a development association and built some simple lodges for overnight accommodation. They will also cook meals (baracuda kebabs and chips), provide cold beers, and they pool their takings for village development. Apparently, during the war, when the rebels were approaching they buried their generator and other valuables and took to the sea in boats, where they were safe from harm.
