Kiwayu Safari Village Lamu

... though.... Maybe a couple of months in you lose your edge a little bit..... your ability to see the scam isn't quite as sharp. Or maybe it is that you are just too dammed tired of having to bargain for everything, all the time. So the taxi comes to the hostel... and I know the price should be no more than $1000 shillings... this is the word on the street anyhow. Our cab driver insists that it is $1500....and whether it is stupidness.....or just us lacking the ability to make the ...

... Manda benutzen. Daraus kann man auch die Geographie auf Lamu nachvollziehen: Im Staedtchen Lamu befinden sich duzende von billigen Unt**kuenften, waehrend das benachbarte Shela auf d**selben Insel inn**halb von wenigen Jahren vom langweiligen Fisch**dorf zum sackrisch teuren F**iendomizil muti**t ist. Von d** Aktivitaeten h** hat Lamu - abgesehen vom Nichtstun, was hi** extrem v**lockend ist - ebenso einiges zu bieten: Hauptattraktion ist die eben **waehnte ...

... them for a laminated boarding card. We then went outside and handed over our luggage to a gentleman who promptly weighed it on huge scales, attached a label to it and gave us the corresponding label, like a raffle ticket. We went through the metal detector thingy and then went for a sandwich and coffee in an overpriced shop (no change there then. literally) and waited for our plane to arrive. There were lots of wazungus (white people) waiting for the flight ...

... snacks. Five times a day one will hear the Muslim call to prayer over loudspeakers at the mosques sprinkled throughout the village. Prayer hours are approximately 4:30am, 9:30am, 12:30pm, 5:30pm and 7:30pm. The prayers are then sung through the same amplification system, and can pretty much be heard anywhere and everywhere in the village. On Sunday, I spoke at length with Shay, one of the 'beach boys', who'd been harassing ...

... jour, je suis dans le brouillard, c'est le gérant de l'hôtel. Il me dit que le capitaine Osman veut me voir, il est en bas. Je sors, mon sac sur l'épaule, celui-ci est toujours prêt à lever le camp. Il m'accueille bras ouvert, me donne l'accolade et me dit qu'il faut se dépêcher pour prendre la marée. Au lieu de le frapper et de le traîner au poste de police, je le suis jusque sur la plage... Durant tout le chemin de l'hôtel, je lui pose des questions sur l'avancement ...

... the ocean. On a spur of the moment decision, I decided to take the 1h 45min flight on a 'Twin Otter' prop plane hopper to the island. A scary, shaky plane ride later (parachute not utilized, thank God), we arrived in Lamu. The airport is basically a single strip of tarmac. The terminal, a thatched roof hut held up by multiple wood stilts. The baggage claim? A cement block BESIDE the tarmac. I would say that we took a little step back in time on this trip ...

... days on the captivating island that is Lamu, soaking up the culture, getting lost in stone town and savouring the abundance of fresh seafood. While walking on the beach, I was offered two of the biggest crabs I've ever seen, their claws (pincers) holding more meat than the average crayfish (lobster) tail! I didn't have any cash on me, so I improvised and took a picture of the crab seller which I showed to the boy who was looking after us at the ...

... some time ago. He was as good a man as they come. Karemi and I ate some sukumawiki (greens) and chapati before I boarded the ferry to Lamu. I quickly found Guitaa next to his table full of tourist-targeted art. I showed him the photo and talked him into letting me hang my hammock in the new Culture Studio (culturestudio@yahoo.com). They rent most of a four-story coral block building for living and making their art. It is unfinished and there's no running water. I'd ...

... i've witnessed in my life was to watch baby sea turtles pop out of their sand nest and make a beeline towards (and sometimes away from) the water. we watched awe-struck as about a hundred of them, all flapping their way over twigs, through dips and piles of sand and then being tumbled by the in-coming waves, head off to a very uncertain future. thanks to a conservation program--started by one of the ...

Against all the odds I made it to Kenya. The plan was to head up the coast as soon as I arrived. But my taxi driver refused and instead took me to a beach close to Mombassa. I forget the name of the beach but it was full of old European women and their young African 'boyfriends'. I met a Welsh chap who works for Glamorgan Cricket Club and his father, a ex Commomwelth Policeman. They had made friends with another Welsh couple who were swingers and had ...