Leaving Lamu for London

I left Kenya four times. The first was after being north on Lamu for six weeks of sheer relaxation on a pristine beach. I foolishly thought I needed a change.

Shamba on Lamu Island

From Nairobi, I flew to London. When I arrived, everyone stared at me and I didn’t understand why in the beginning. I sat on the double decker bus with my glowing tan and sun bleached hair, in the middle of winter amongst everyone’s pale faces.

It snowed while I was there. The wispy precipitation swirled to the ground, while I stood, shaking with cold, mesmerized by its beauty. God it was cold after the warmth of the equatorial sun. I needed to return, which is exactly what I did, straight back to Nairobi before I left Kenya a second time. I risked Uganda. (It was during Idi Amin’s rule).

5 thoughts on “Leaving Lamu for London”

    1. I don’t know but he was definitely brutal. The day before I left the country, the military gunned down people in the local market where I was staying and the locals were terrified.

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