Breakfast on the roof of our hotel,
I am awoken to the sound of praying. If it isn’t roosters or cows, it’s the Muslims. And just about everyone in this town is Muslim.
And everyone is voting for Obama. If they could vote. There is, in fact, a tree in Stonetown called the Obama tree.
And the usual bumper stickers. I feel so at home.
We hit one more museum and we’re off to Shooting Star.