I'm aching to go to Mombasa right this minute. The only thing stopping me is money and the requirement of moving this weekend. I really do want to be walking on the beach right now, exploring exposed marine life, squealing at sea slugs and bargaining with a boatman to take me across to the reef. Me sister is coming in a few weeks and we're planning on heading to Malindi or Diani for a bit and I can't wait! I'm stoked she's coming because I need her badly. Oh, things are over with he who shall not be named. Let me just say to be passionate is a very bad thing.
Urgh, I think I'll just put my feet in a bucket of cold salty water and bask in the sun - whenever it peeks out. The weather has been super erratic of late. It rains all night, unbearably hot and bright during the day and then an afternoon storm comes through and then it's humid at night. Not making any sense at all. Which is why I'm craving the smell of salt and the constant caress of warm winds on my skin. Wow, maybe I should just go. Jump on a bus, (about $20 rtrip), find a hostel for $5 a night and stay the whole weekend. But the food bill will get me. With all the swimming and walking (and generally healthy behavior) that I indulge myself in when I'm there, my appetite is simply ginormous. Well, I suppose I could find a nice swahili roadside cafe and play cat and mouse with dysentry, stomach flu and various intestinal ailments to save a buck.
Hurry up sista! So we can go! Oh, I'll be able to host friends in about two months time so start saving!
