Today was the day we were to have explored Fort Jesus and Old Town.
Instead I tried half-heartedly to solve the mystery of the resort-guest-who-gets-the-perks.
I noticed yesterday, amongst all the same/same deck chairs stretched out under the cabanas that one stood out. It is secluded. Next to it is set a little table. On the table lies a wide, shallow dish full of vibrant exotic flowers, a small framed photo or mirror and a fancy bag.
Today the same setup was laid out, but fresh flowers graced the table. Who sat here and enjoyed these little luxuries, I wondered?
Later as I sipped a coffee overlooking the Indian ocean and gazed at two beach boys trying to sell an oblivious couple a boat ride, I noticed an elderly woman in a bright swimsuit coming out of the ocean. She seemed to know the armed guards and the gardeners. She made her way slowly to the luxury cabana. Next minute a man in chef whites and hat was over attending to her.
So I imagined she may be an aging actress or remnant of the colonial era who is doing out her final years as a permanent resident of the resort.
People-watching, hey!. Introverts can do it for hours.
We played a game and then I cooked up a big batch of spag bol.
At 4, we went down for a a swim and spent 2 lovely hours in the pool with 30 kids from a diabetes camp. They have all been recently diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes and the camp educates and familiarizes them with how to manage their disease.
We played Marco Polo and threw coins for kids to find. Kara and Flynn made lots of friends. They all wanted a turn of Flynn’s goggles.
I had several kids hoist themselves into my arms for impromptu swimming lessons and piggy back rides.
Our fun afternoon finished on an African moment when a monkey swooped down to drink from the pool at closing time.
Bodie and I headed down towards the beach earlier this evening l, seeing as we miscalculated the timing the day before and got there too late. But we were thwarted by the security this time, he had locked the gate to the beach. Waaaah!
After the miscommunication with takeaway from the grill the night before, I suggested that tonight we go down and eat in.
Flynn has a headache, so we left him resting and awaiting a home delivery when we were done.
Such a lovely meal we shared in the Kenyan night air, a gentle breeze, African music playing across the pool from us. Another special memory to store away in my heart.
Once we got home and fed Flynn, he perked up enough for us to play Ticket to Ride, charades and 20 questions.
The Masai Bar across the road kept us up for hours with all their music and clamour.
Dory the Explorer 