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LAMU TAMU, A Love Story.


I'm typing this post from Lamu House. A place that is reminiscent of a film whose title i cannot remember, but it was in a little spanish village. Homely, intensely romantic, simply furnished in Safari and a variety of African decor and amazing food.

Infront of me is the sea, waves crushing softly, I am barefoot because Steve Biko says it is like Zen to be barefoot in Lamu. I notice a few other barefoot people walking across the little street that separates the Lamu House patio restaurant.

There's a plane taking off not too off in the visible Manda Island, perhaps the dash 8 belonging to Fly540 that takes us back home tomorrow.


I hope I have managed to make you sufficiently jealous.

But.

I wasn't made for the sea.

I just had a boat ride.

It is a big deal because it was a rough ride. I hate deep waters. Deep means anything beyond 4 feet deep. Meaning my head must be above the water when i stand in it. I am 5ft 1.



Finally, I understand what raging waters really means. I have just made a thousand promises to myself that this would be the last boat ride before someone creates an amphibian vehicle that's cheap and can fly all across the beautiful islands here.

I made it though, screaming and clutching at men I have absolutely no claims on.Poor Jamal, that's our guide who's hands I crushed as hung on to dear life and managed to calm my screams to bare whimpers.

In retrospect though, it wasn't that bad, especially now that I am on a a chair and not in Jamal's, (Jay)1000cc speed boat headed to Pate Island.

I digress.

Lamu, is like going back into history, simply, beautifully, flawlessly. Dreamy even. Unforgetable.

I love how the Coast so easily resonates with falling in love.

And have in many ways fallen in love with this old town; The soft waves, chirping birds and trotting donkeys Of Lamu Old Town, and the young boys riding bmx bicycles. I have also fallen in love with The Coconut chicken curry made for us by the soft spoken chef at Lamu House,the narrow streets and a the only tuk tuk ambulance. Even Jamal. The Museum staff here, led by Salim Bunu, Curator of the Fort Museum have guided us through the feature story that has taken us through three Major Coastal cities this past week.


Lamu tamu, they say. That's Swahili for "sweet Lamu"

We're on the patio, and are on our portable edit suite sending a video clip for tomorrow's news via Wifi , I am reminded, that life in its simplicity, is at it's best.


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