lamu lo?
we managed the 34hr trip from lake Victoria (west kenyan border) to Lamu (east Kenyan border) braved other peoples sweat & a man trying to convince me to sell his precious Tanzanian stones abroad; & the bumpiest drive to date. “corruption, corruption” the Kenyans croaked every time a pot-hole put us in the ceiling. A true point but Kenyans, unlike their neighbours to the south are still very, very tribal & identify themselves by tribe 1st & country later. A fact which I believe is very telling.
Lamu, on the northern border near Somalia, is a poor man’s Zanzibar and the sands around it are the play ground of the uber rich (price Albert of Monaco for one). The simple beauty of the place & the bounty of its waters (we caught 45 fish in less than 2 hours)

ooh fishy fishy
won us over. A thousand donkeys roam the streets and we had a wonderful dinner at crazy hippie Ali’s house…

lobster dinner at hippy ali's...thanks bob

hippie ali plays with family
In Malindi we stayed cheap (in a fan-less whore house) and journeyed back in time.
We saw the tied London derby (Chelsea v West-ham) in a huge old cinema with its own school of bats on the ceiling…had nice piza. The whole thing reminded me of ‘Alex hole ahava’ – an old Israeli classic set in the early sixties.
The next day we met a lovely Italian air crew and surfer dude…top people (Italians have made this part of the world their homes and retreats every since Italian colonialism centuries ago…hey Mussolini even based his ‘banana a day’ scheme on food grown in these regions) We bought nic-nacs from merchants who waded the shallows from the coast. We had lobster lunch on a picture perfect atoll on the Indian ocean and more than once complained about how hard life can be…

g'us a kiss luv!


























