Sept 1 - Rain and Cognac

Just as we left our kind host's place the rain picked up again. Luckily there was a covered bus stop just down the road where we could shelter and string up the tent to dry. It rained and rained so we just sat there watching the pigs and cows  grazing outside the bus stop. The cows which attempted to cross a deep, marshy patch next to the road were the most entertaining. Since the weather gave no sign of improvement we decided to ask the two cops who regularly pulled up infront of the bus stop if it would be okay to camp here. The answer was no but they said we should follow them to the police station 5 km down the road in Khobi. We agreed. The 5km turned out to be 10 km and by the time we arrived at the station we were soaking wet. We were told that we could not sleep at the station but were shown to a large abandoned building right next door. The floor had holes in it, rooms were full of dirt and heaps of garbage. Yuk. Way worse than the bus stop with a few cow pies on the ground. We were a bit upset with the cops for making us come all this way and getting soaked in the rain. They turned out to be very helpful after all because they went and asked a guy from the neighbourhood if we could camp in his little shed. The cops escorted us there and our arrival caused quite the stir among the locals. The owner of the shed welcomed us warmly but most of the neighbours just stared in our direction from the safety of their front yards and would not  come any closer. The fact that we were delivered by the police seemed to frighten them.
Our host had just returned to the house to get some wine when outgoing Kibo showed up. He claimed to be our hosts brother but was really just a friend. He had clearly had a few drinks already and seemed so excited to have us here. He excused himself and returned shortly after with a bag of plums, a few chocolates and a bottle of cognac. Shortly after, our host brought bread, sausage, hazelnuts, biscuits and watermelon. He seemed a little upset with Kibo for having taken over his guests. It was a fun time though and with some encouragement some of the neighbours eventually came to say hello. After a while we got a bit worried that Kibo could become troublesome because he poured himself one shot of cognac after the othe and got louder every minute. However he turned out to be a very amiable, funny, harmless drunk. The guys left us at a reasonable hour and wished us a good night. The rain pounded on the metal roof all night and while we stayed perfectly dry in our little shed. Wonderful! Next morning we could not resist dropping a little "thank you" note off at the police station for having found us this little haven.