Going Coastal!

Time for holiday!

“Holiday” simply means vacation. Maybe that was obvious to everybody else but I know when I first heard, “So-and-so is on holiday and will be back next week” I was curious to what holiday said person was celebrating while everyone was busy at work.

Anyways, that special time to celebrate the Holiday of Ricky came last week and it was glorious.

As things have been increasingly hectic and challenging in the medical ward, a trip to the beach was just what the doctor prescribed. I had my eye on Diani beach, a popular getaway on the southern coast of Kenya, near Tanzania. Pristine beaches, palm trees, bath water warm Indian ocean. It was an easy decision. 

So in effort to make this a little adventure, I decided to couchsurf the southern coast instead of renting some hotel room by myself. If you're not familiar with couchsurfing, I will explain it in brief and then you can look it up online if you're further interested! Basically, it's an online community where fellow travelers not only offer insight or guidance into their local area for new travelers but also accommodations for one “to spend a night on their couch,” where this all becomes namesake. Besides this being a financially savvy way to travel, it most importantly allows for a mutual sharing of cultures, stories and traveling experience between host and surfer. I have done parts of the US and southern Ireland this way...and loved every second of it. Time for Kenya's turn!

In Diani, I stayed with two hosts over the course of 4 days and then met a third for lunch before I traveling to distant islands. My first was a young woman, Lizzie, who recently moved to the Diani beach area to start a business. Great guide to the beaches and local hangouts. Had a very nice, relaxing time.  

Lizzie and I

Camels at Rongo Beach; would have never found
this place without Lizzie's help!

My second host was a very nice local man who had been in the area for around a decade and lived right within the community. This offered an excellent perspective into daily living on the Kenyan coast. Definitely not all sunshine and roses like our thoughts of “coastal living” in the States. Even though he truly had little for himself and family, he opened his doors so willingly and was so generous. Can't thank him enough for showing me the little villages, local coconut wine, delicious Kenyan dishes.  

Nick and his wonderful family

A village tucked within the city of Ukunda. Another gem
I would have never encountered without his help!

So the beaches of Diani are nothing less than perfect. White sands stretch on for miles, the water is so calm and warm, palm trees line the beach with few houses/resorts in sight. Definitely not the Jersey shore.

However, I did notice a few peculiar aspects of Kenya's south coast. First, the “beach boys” are relentless and will hound you until you want to die. I know this is common all around the world's beaches...but it was incredible here. I had to start faking that I didn't speak any English or any common European language to shake them off. Difficult to relax under those circumstances. But no worries, I did it and did it real well.

My beach boy hideaway. 

Another oddity—which was pretty nauseating when it came to be understood clearly—was that I noticed A TON of old white guys around the resorts...with an equal TON of young African women. Well, long story short, there is quite the market for Europeans/Australian old farts to “vacation” and openly have lots of young Kenyan prostitutes!

Definitely smears the beauty of the south coast when you learn that little fact.

I emphasize openly because when I inquired further my host, Lizzie, she explained Kenya is painfully aware of the situation but the community/government doesn't do anything...because it's lucrative. That's that! The money from tourism just throws principle (and community standards?) to the wind.  

Well, to move on from that uplifting note, I met the coolest creatures ever! After randomly meeting a civil engineer, a hydrogeologist, and an environmentalist from South Africa (sounds like the beginning to a crappy joke), I joined them at a treetop bar, “Stilts” to enjoy a few Tuskers and feed the bush babies!  

Bush Baby!

All it takes is an old banana to make friends

When I had had my fill of Diani, I moved north to the city, Mombasa. There, I met another couchsurfer, Nick, for lunch and a quick tour of Old Town. Nick is a professional tour guide (mostly with safaris) so he was an excellent reference!

Awesome guide, Nick. Enjoying some fresh coconuts!

Ferry between Diani and Mombsa. Standing room only.

 Nick showed me around the winding streets of Old Town, keying me in to the great food and coffee shops. Jahazi was this quiet, little hole-in-the-wall Swahili coffee shop, tucked in some side alleyway. It was there, my eyes were eternally opened to the best cup of coffee in the world. Swahili coffee is an amazing blend of cinnamon, cardamom, and ginger. Throw just a dash of sugar and it has this excellent combo of spice and sweetness. To top it off, the owners were incredibly kind and willing to share their culture with me.   

Even with a good sense of direction, it's easy to get turned
around in Old Town.

My Old Town best friend

I also found myself blessed to share a nice cup of masala tea with this old woman who lived next door. This little, hunched over woman held post in front of the coffee shop with her straw broom, swatting flies and ants. When I joined her on the bench, she of course cleaned that spot meticulously, made warm welcome for me to sit, and offered me a cup of water from her pitcher. With that, I decided to share my coming order of tea with this beautifully, kind lady. When she received her cup of tea, she was overjoyed and then immediately went to her house and brought out some breaded treats. We exchanged no words in common language but there was no doubt we had kindled a nice friendship. In short, I learned that kindness and a sincere, sweet heart extends beyond all boundaries of ethnicity and language for she had been one of the nicest people I encountered during my trip.

As the sunlight waned, I made my way out of Old Town to catch my next bus. At this point, the first half of my coastal journey came to a wonderful close and I was thrilled for my upcoming adventures in the northern, port city of Lamu.

BUT! To hear more, you'll have to mosey on over to the next post :)