Interesting story that I learned in Takaungu was about this abandoned resort on the beach outside the village. My host father walked me through the place, which had been empty and decaying for a long time, but throughout which you could still see traces of the life that used to be there, including bed frames and kitchen supplies. After walking me through, my host dad gave me the whole story. When he was a younger man, living away from the village, he received word that an Italian business man had illegally built a resort on his land along the beach front. His father had tried unsuccessfully to remove the Italian so my host dad returned and got entangled in a long web of corruption and lies that ended with the Italian being evicted by the government and ordered to pay damages. However, before the damages were paid, the Italian drowned, supposedly committing suicide. My host dad is still convinced though that he is still alive and staged the death as a way of evading payments. The Italian was also apparently involved in illegal smuggling, and my host dad showed me inside the resort where he had built double walls with secret passages leading to underground tunnels.
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