Got an early start after abandoning breakfast because the hotel was serving one plate of eggs at a time at too slow a pace.
That hotel was the worst so far; dirty sheets, marginal meals, general bad management; lots of people around, too few doing the right things. No way this tour company is going back there!
Rode along the coast for a while, watching the dawn over the beach and along a rocky coast line. Fishermen at work in quite small boats
Worked our way inland, making a gradual transition from fishing and fish farming to agriculture on broad, flat, wet plains.
Some buffalo having a lovely time wallowing in the mud made me hum the hippo song.
There appeared to be a mix of large scale farming and subsistence farming; quite a few buffalo carts on the road, and more of them working in the fields, in one case many people and buffalo working together.
There are two types of working buffalo; the black ones with the swept back horns, and pretty brown ones with a very obvious bump on the neck.
Found a nice little store for an after lunch Coke stop. This lady had a well shaded spot, and cold cokes in the fridge. She was very chatty, but the language barrier made it impossible to understand what we were chatting about.
In the background, you can see my if-all-else-fails survival food: Choco-pies. Quite addictive, actually!