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.

Kahama Hotel (4)

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.

Kahama Hotel (3)

Kahama Hotel (1)


Kahama Hotel (5)
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.

 Kahama Hotel (2)

Agnes - A Masaai Woman

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.

There was a thunderstorm and I was feeling a little low about it all. Decided to switch it around and make use of it and so I enjoyed the waters with lightning up above 🙂