Near Akatsi market, I looked for a tro-tro (minibus) to the village of Xavi, and people asked me five times if I was really sure. I thought that was a bit weird as the place would host quite a well known community based tourism project. After an hour or two, the tro-tro finally filled up, and half an hour driving later I was dropped at a small village. The tiny settlement seemed completely abandoned as I strolled between the huts. Then I found an old lady who didn’t speak English; with hand signs I explained I wanted to make a canoe trip on the river; now she seemed to understand. Some time passed before she returned with a youngster. "You need canoe?".  He noticed my hesitation. Then it appeared I had arrived in Have, not Xavi which is pronounced similarly (at least to my ears!), and there was no river here. He guessed I wanted him to build a canoe for me, which they apparently did here.  After this total misunderstanding I waited at the road for another hour before a truck passed, that gave me a ride back to town. Instead of early morning it was going to be afternoon before I would arrive in Xavi….but at least I saw Have!