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. Continue reading Leaving Lamu for London
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South of Mombasa, lay a long stretch of beach. I remember waiting for a bus at Diani Beach, and hearing loads of German tourists disembarking from a tour to check into a hotel.
This didn’t make sense to me because although the beach glistened with pure white sand, the sea was impossible to swim in at low tide the way it had been on Lamu. When the tide was out, the sea appeared to be knee deep forever.
My fondest memory was from Tiwi Beach where three African children played. The youngest, Milka, eventually fell asleep on my lap.