
Being late to catch the morning bus aint what it used to be! Leaving Lamu running to the docs to catch the 10am bus (holding pre-purchased tickets) could be stressful, but thankfully, here things dont leave till theyre full! You wait on the "ferry" till every last person cramps on with their things (bags, chickens, whatever), wait till all their family and friends bring them whatever they need shipped off to the mainland, and leave an hour after the bus is said to have left on the other side...and so it is, no worries, Hakunna Matata (the words actually exist!). When the "ferry" bifurcates in the wrong direction heading towards another ship however...you think of Matata, just matata.

Nearly doubling a "ferry's" capacity with people and things, in mid-water is one experience difficult to forget as all going in our direction scramble to jump aboard all at once. I got worried, D's face was worth a million bucks. The old putter made it however, and we safely left in direction of a coastal town 5 hours south called Watamu.
Watamu is a very small town anxiously awaiting the floods of tourists to come within the next couple months. Good for barganing, bad cause everyone desperately wants, and needs, your money. D and I quickly made friends with a few of the locals our age and we had a great time. We went out to a beach party the 1st night where locals were celebrating the safe-keeping of the public beach from privatization by rich Italians...The rest of the time was spent relaxing on the beach....the BLUE, BLUE beach. Denise was overjoyed. Finally relaxing, making food with friends and decompressing. If it werent for the insane amount of mosquitos in our room, and the bed-bugs, it would have been perfect!!!!
On the last day we visited the Gedi ruins, an ancient booming coastal village between the 14th and 17th century deep in the forests with monkeys and....ants. Its old mosques and walls are covered in lush vegitation and huge tree roots. It was more modern in many repects than some of today's Swahili houses.

That day, we headed for Mombasa, Kenya's second largest city, an important port throughout history connecting East Africa with the Middle East, South Asia and the Orient. Mombasa is a nice city where colonial architecture rubs-up against mosques, all kinds of markets, people and traffic. Today was shopping, tomorrow we visit the old town.
I swear, I wont always write this much.Bye xxx.

Nearly doubling a "ferry's" capacity with people and things, in mid-water is one experience difficult to forget as all going in our direction scramble to jump aboard all at once. I got worried, D's face was worth a million bucks. The old putter made it however, and we safely left in direction of a coastal town 5 hours south called Watamu.
Watamu is a very small town anxiously awaiting the floods of tourists to come within the next couple months. Good for barganing, bad cause everyone desperately wants, and needs, your money. D and I quickly made friends with a few of the locals our age and we had a great time. We went out to a beach party the 1st night where locals were celebrating the safe-keeping of the public beach from privatization by rich Italians...The rest of the time was spent relaxing on the beach....the BLUE, BLUE beach. Denise was overjoyed. Finally relaxing, making food with friends and decompressing. If it werent for the insane amount of mosquitos in our room, and the bed-bugs, it would have been perfect!!!!

On the last day we visited the Gedi ruins, an ancient booming coastal village between the 14th and 17th century deep in the forests with monkeys and....ants. Its old mosques and walls are covered in lush vegitation and huge tree roots. It was more modern in many repects than some of today's Swahili houses.

That day, we headed for Mombasa, Kenya's second largest city, an important port throughout history connecting East Africa with the Middle East, South Asia and the Orient. Mombasa is a nice city where colonial architecture rubs-up against mosques, all kinds of markets, people and traffic. Today was shopping, tomorrow we visit the old town.
I swear, I wont always write this much.Bye xxx.





