Alongside the beach is a string of stalls selling the traditional beach-side merchandise, and shockingly, dotted in amongst the traditional are stalls that sell over-the-counter medicines and cosmetics. Razors and blades, vitamins and hair dye (the boxes so bleached by the sun that the colour can no longer be made out) and lady products even. One lady called us over and talked us into buying brightly coloured necklaces. I’m not sure what her name was, but she was from Burundi and I’m sure she could sell milk to a dairy cow. We made a deal that I would buy her necklace as long as I could take a photo of her and she insisted that my lecturer pose with her.