The Sands at Nomad
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... into a beautifully decorated shack and the African music was played at just the right volume for a wonderful atmosphere.
It was obviously a childs birthday party and it was a delight to see them all running round the beach wearing face masks that sparkled in the sun, and laughing with joy!
The water was warm...easy to get in to...not so easy to swim in though. It was quite choppy so I just enjoyed being ...
... he could tell they fit better immediately.
Honestly....it was like a scene out of a comedy sketch - the shop assistant talking firmly in Swahili to him, me on my knees like a mother seeing where his toes were in the shoe, and Steve trying to make him see sense and get the wider shoe!
After some 'gentle' persuasion, he agreed that he would like them. This was 40 MINUTES later!!! It was hilarious and bought me many smiles.
It really reminded me of ...
... old daughter Tina over for a visit to say our initial hellos.. what a cute family. We exchanged gifts, Jenny got a handbag and I got a cool belt with the traditional beads. We gave Anne her bottle of perfume and told Michael his gifts were in the alcoholic form, as we cracked a few 500mL Tusker Beers. We all got cleaned up and went down for a buffet dinner talked for a few hours before heading to a Masai Warrior show where they jump around, yell & whistle. Not a bad ...
... teachers teach, apparently public school teachers will remove them.
Do you wonder what we are missing...hot shower...IF there is hot water it is either scalding hot and always a dribble...one has to decide...wash hair or shave legs.
We are drinking a ton of soda because it is served to us everywhere we go...kinda like a gift.
We seem to also always miss lunch...thank god for the pop tarts, granola bars and nuts that we stash ...
... to get the bus back to Mombasa. It was the bounciest ride of my entire life and for some reason no one would open their windows so it was incredibly muggy and hot inside. 8 hours later we arrived in the city and back at Abdallah’s apartment. The next morning, we had our door open, and just left the outside iron gate locked. Our neighbors across the hall, popped up twice brought us food, “Have you had breakfast?” “Yes” ...