Le Soleil Beach Club
Travel Blogs from Kikambala
We are at the beach this weekend; just
north of Mombasa at the most charming bungalow getaway. It's the
same one where we came on my birthday last month.
So what has been going on in the past
two weeks? A lot. I had to look through my journal to see what's
been occurring because the days just seem to run together. Here are
some disjointed exerpts:
My host dad has been working as motor
bike driver (illegally of course-most ...
As I sit here at my hotel in Mombasa, I can't help but think back to the past three days of incredibly intense experiences. Today, has been an amazing day- also my birthday so it works out ;) Universe always delivers.
So let me back up.
I was dropped in my village on Saturday. My house mother looks all of 17, but she can't be because she has a 10 year old, but regardless she's young. Charro is my house father, then the kids ...
Friday June 15
I set my alarm for 8:10 this morning-delirium from lack of sleep led me to believe that I would
actually need it. How did I forget that life in developing nations begins when the sun rises and the sound of it doesn't afford one to sleep in? I am more tired than I think I have ever been with the reason being other than exhaustion from physical exertion. We had been traveling for nearly 30 hours when we arrived so we ...
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After all those emotions I went for a walk and played a bit on the beach!
(Rosie, "my dear old thing", your seashell collection is getting bigger by the day)
I went later on (when the sun was a bit less aggressive to my white skin and my nutty head... don't want to get me any more crazy than I already am, don't we) with Henry for a ride to Watamu village.
Sunday 8th February 2012
For various reasons there are no photos of what we witnessed today. But have put other photos up from outside the hospital and Kikambala Feeding station. We left at 8am and Lesley took in what she had missed in the dark on the way from Mombasa to Shimba Hills. I could see her face change as she witnessed the poverty and buildings of Ukunda and Likoni on the way to Mombasa. Again no waiting for the ferry, ...