Song: “Giving Up” – Ingrid Michaelson – she seems to always sing my feelings for the moment. I hope I’ll be singing “You and I” when I’ve cleared out my negative thoughts.
While we’re eating the lights go out and don’t come back – Kenyan style. So we move the party out to the parking lot where we can see each other.
Elin + Emilia
Malin + Hedvig
Issa, Max, Tinii, Hugo
Maria & Elin
Maria, Sayanoy, Malin
Hi there! My classmate – the legendary miss Clara Brandt (19) and her equally legendary big sister Stina Brandt (21) are doing incredible work here in Nairobi. You can read about it here and on there is also the awesome opportunity to donate to something more awesome then spending your next dollars on a latte.
Very cool sisters.
What can I say? They’re both incredibly bright and have lead a much more exciting lifestyle in their young lives than most people do in a lifetime. French boarding schools, skiing instructing in the alps etc. etc.
Clara teaching Life Skills.
Stina and the students of St. Christine Community Centre!
I was on my way to the bathroom when all of a sudden I saw something move on the ground. Very helpful model he/she was.
Jo in the foreground, the camel workers trying to get someone to ride her in the middle and a fishing boat in the background.
This boat was 4 SALE if anyone of you guys is interested in owning a small boat in Mombasa.
I love close-ups. I can almost feel the sand between my toes just looking at this picture.
Jo was asking the masaai woman to make her a custom-bracelet or something.
So cute. Three brothers on a camel. I was
kind of very worried that they would fall off at any moment.
So when we sat down at the bar I was so happy. Look at the view. A masaai, a camel, a fishing boat and the Indian ocean. Life is kewl 😉
Whazza dudes. Mombasa was incredibly warm and moist, but still cozy. There was a thin layer of clouds trying to protect us from the sun to no avail. Like the last time in Mombasa I fell ill the moment I got back home. Shitsticks.
Notice the woman with the coconut on her head.
My legs to the right and Jo’s to the left, to the left.
We arrived in Mombasa City after dark and not on the South Coast mid-day as the bus Company T.S.S. Express had promised. Two bare-skinned girls stepping out into the very conservative muslim city that never sleeps. Street kids begging for money, matatudrivers trying to get customers into their vans and everyone trying to sell us something. Now this had been fine in Nairobi, except now we were too tired and too stressed about where to sleep to handle it.
In a moment of clarity Jo decides that we shouldn’t try to get into the white vans and hitch a ride to the South Coast after dark. So we sleep at the overpriced Castle Royal Hotel.
After breakfast I hustle with some people and fix everything that went wrong the other day. Finding us a hotel at half the price and rides to and from the hotel all the way to Nairobi.
We arrive at the gorgeous hotel. The reception has gorgeous arabic relaxing chairs. We are escorted to our rooms by a masaai. An enormous queen-size bed and the room even smells nice.
Our view is of a whole family of monkeys.
The beach is a two minute walk away and just outside the hotel is a nice lounge place with pool tables and a big screen for footie games – happiness.
The short visit to Sweden was fine and all, but I feel split now. Voldemort-style. A part of me wants this, Kenya, a part of me wants Sweden and a part of me wants the third world.
You know – the third world?
That world were you’re alone and can be whoever you feel like because you’re new to everyone. That extreme freedom of being whoever you feel like being when meeting new people in new places. That thing that happens when you’re traveling sola or when you’re just by yourself in your room.
Maybe this feeling of vast emptiness and separation from the rest of the world is temporary. Maybe it’s a recurring theme. I don’t know. Hope it passes.
Enough with the philosophizing. K thx bye 😉
Mis mini-vacaciones a Suecia resultó en una alma dividida. Como Voldemort. Una parte quiere este, Kenia, una otra parte quiere Suecia y una parte de mi quiere el tercero mundo.
Sabes – el tercero mundo?
El mundo donde eres nueva a todos y por eso puedes ser quien quiere. La libertad de vivir en el tercero mundo es infinita. Lo pasa cuando estas viajando sola.
Tal vez este sentimiento de ser dividida del resto del mundo es temporal. Tal vez es una tema recurrente. No sé. Espero que termine pronto.