Bonthe is like nowhere else I’ve ever been. It has no cars, no real roads, and just a few motorbikes. It is like stepping back in time. Crumbling colonial buildings line the town’s shore, looking across to the mainland. Behind them, are a mixture of mud houses, simple modern bungalows and metal shacks. For the most part, the only noise to break the silence is that of kids laughing, calls to prayer from the mosque and the ‘put-put’ of the odd boat weighed-down with goods like rice, cement and petrol. It could be 1913 or 2013.
Bonthe is home to around 10,000 people.
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