Mombasa doesn’t wake up like most cities. At 6am it still pulls the blanket tightly over its head. Curling tighter in a ball of post-snooze delirium. The drive from the hotel is mostly silent. Kiss FM spills from the …
I’m writing this from Manda Beach, Lamu, under a pagoda. An arms length away is a chilled glass of red, waiting breathlessly to be sipped. I’ve just applied some sunscreen, which means if my kin and kith from shags …
I was down at the coast over the weekend and this picture perhaps defines coast for me. It’s the endlessness of bliss, an infinite happiness. And happiness for me are boats like this that bob in the slight …
