Preparing to fly home.

 Preparing to fly home 

(November 15th 2020)

...means, we are hanging out at the coast of Kenya, bathing in the Indian Ocean, soaking up enough rays in the rainy season of east Africa - still barely below the equator. 

We came without our bicycles, we flew in a propeller hopper down the mountains of super rainy Nairobi and into the perfect sunny air to the perfect body of water. So salty, so warm, one can float forever on ones back.....toes  sticking out, eyes closed, gently rocking away our lives.

We are on “no- cars” Lamu island with friends, with locals, with life as if nothing is happening outside this particular bubble.

Population includes cats and donkeys...mostly well taken care of, eating fresh and fishy leftovers.

physical activities - as in cycling- are at its ultimate low and we are dreaming the day away between purrs and brays, dips and dunks, between mango juice and margaritas, one boat here and another one there to check out another beach, some ruins to tell a story of another time. 

Takwa ruins are the remains of a thriving 15th and 16th century Swahili trading town before it was abandoned in the 17th century.

A few walks to find ice cream in the narrow, carless alleys between narrow houses, patches of blue up there where the rooftops promise another breathtaking view in colors that seem unreal.

This life here is so occupying, wearing masks on faces when going outside to protect against the corona virus is like wearing flip flops on your feet to avoid the sensation of stepping into donkey shit.... Lamu is Muslim .....masks are part of the wardrobe, it’s what you do and it’s the law.

Our current situation could be described as intoxicating - easy to lose direction ....we haven’t been “on track/on tour” since March of this year. Summersaulting our way in circles - getting more intoxicated at every turn. What did the news say? Oh, the US has a new president elect. Good news far away.

....but we are getting closer! Our flight via Istanbul is scheduled on Tuesday the 24th. Straight into the heat of the virus....not such good news!

If resistance is an emotion ......

Anxiety is cutting my appetite and distorting my view. Dizziness now lets me hang in mid air while tears are confusing me. 

Home to what I know? Can’t be with what the world is going through. I hardly recognize myself.

But wait....not going down that rabbit hole!

Tomorrow we fly to the Kenyan mainland to Malindi, moseying  south the rest of the coast towards Mombasa where we will take the fancy new train back to Nairobi.

A few more days into the unknown -summer at the Kenyan coast.....what more do I want for now?