Bongo House Lamu

... is going to take us out on his dow, for a picnic tomorrow, He promises that it will definately have stopped raining by then! I think it involves catching the fish first<br>We visited Olivers favourite Lamu restaurant for lunch and sampled their milkshakes- mine was avocado- unusual but very good- but Oliver went with the bananas.<br>

... miss it already. Our server however, and I can't rememeber if we had him at dinner as well..... is morose. He ends up being like this for our entire stay. Not one word or smile came from this sullen teenager. Is it something we said? We could have asked for the easiest thing is the world and he would have sight and shambled off as though we had asked him to cook us Christmas dinner for breakfast. Honestly. OK... so have breakfast...and I can't quite recall why but we walk by Peponi's ...

... a few hours earlier and had gone off to find some dinner and have an explore. I was suddenly very tired; I wasn&#8217;t sure at the time whether it was the heat, or travelling, but I could not help but feel laidback and peaceful. This ambience was to last for all of our time on Lamu. I realised after a few days that the pace of life is so gentle and relaxing; the heat and humidity add to this too, (though there was a nice breeze for most of the time we were there ...

... una cena luculliana a base di gamberi, pesce e un granchio enorme con cui ho lottato per una buona oretta prima di riuscire a dominarlo. Stamattina (come spesso in questi giorni) ci siamo svegliati con le nuvole, e ora ci dirigeremo pole pole (piano piano) verso una spiaggia a mezzoretta di cammino da qui. Pole pole e' la filosofia assoluta del posto, stamattina abbiamo aspettato circa 40 minuti che ci portassero un caffe'... e siamo assolutamente nella ...

... and are dancing. The bond seven doesnt last long there but luckily there's more beers for sale and some 'delicious' brandy. We have a little taste of the locals' palm wine and decide its best avoided. I think we got home about 3am, though I couldnt honestly say.... Christmas was therefore a relatively quiet affair and we spent the afternoon relaxing on the beach with most of the town before our lobster and prawn ...

... Maulid. Ma première expérience de voile, dans les eaux de l'Océan Indien, sur un Dhow, fut remarquable. Je passais mon temps entre prendre des photos qui me paraissaient toutes essentielles, prendre mon rôle dans l'équipage, notamment me mettre au trapèze et me baigner dans des eaux d'un bleu si limpide lors des stops où nous attendions ces navires surtoilés toujours à la limite de se retourner. Ils fendent littéralement les flots au portant mais ne sont pas autant ...

... with nobody around - people are still friendly and will walk you to wherever you are going to help you find your way. It was more isolated circumstances where people would ask for money for 'friendly' help. Most of the time, people were just happy to see you at the island! I don't know if the mayor ingrained the touristic ideal into the locals' brain, but everyone was happy to greet us with a 'Welcome to Lamu! How are you?' as we walked down the small ...

... we had to board the bus. I did my usual 'fake vomit three times' routine and then jumped on the Falcon Bus. It's supposed to be a six hour journey, getting us to Lamu by midday, but it ended up taking 13! The bus was a death-trap, despite its shiny outwards appearance. All the busses were emblazoned from top to bottom in full Manchester United and Liverpool regalia. The Falcon bus had a massive "you'll never walk alone" slogan on the front and rear. Later I ...

... on that damn bus. I had the aisle seat too so they were all pushing into me, I couldn't even sit up straight. To make matters worse, the little kid sitting next to me barfed...gross! So, I dont think we will be taking back the bus to Malindi, I dont think I could handle that again. Oh yeah the bus ride was 5 hours! We are going to see how much it costs to fly back to mombasa and cut out all that other travelling. Been there done that and don't really ...

... Masai warriors to guard their homes, which is a weird sight. They are dressed in their normal red plaid wool cape, adorned with all of their beaded jewelry, sitting on the beach with clubs and spears in hand. I asked one of them if there were any lions for him to kill with his club, or did he just use it on the tourists. He thought that was pretty funny. Some have purchased land on Manda Island across the channel and you can see beautiful homes built on white sand ...