Mombasa

Mombasa

We Began our journey to Mombasa, Kenya on Friday morning from moshi, tanzania. We get to the bus station. And and to wait for the bus. When I said bus station, I mean a shithole place in an ally thats no wider than 25 ft of dirt road. It is about 1 hour to the border. Right before we reach the border, our bus had a flat tire. I was actually amazed at how quickly they worked on that. Exertions the bus stops, there are vendors trying to sell you something outside the window.  You just don't give them eye contact unless you intend on buying my brother advices me. Well, how the heck do I know what they're selling then. Anyways, no eye contact. 

Crossing the border was quite an ordeal. We had to get returning visas for Tanzania. They had to inspect out bags so we took everything off the bus so they can literally look through our back for a split second. The process was so insufficient and pointless. Then we had to walk over to the Kenya side which was about 500yds away. Wait in Line for that. Waiting in line for Africa, you have to be willing to speak up or they will just jump in front of you. Single file line is definitely not a concept in this country. So on the bus again and we are on a dirt road for 7 hours. Then we finally got on a paved road for 2 hours to mombosa. 

Mombasa is dirty and big. We were happy to reach the beach resort where we will be staying. My kaka has an ultimate frisbee tournament on the beach this weekend. That's another story. 

Our room had a great view if the ocean. The accomadations for this beach front property.....let's just say motel 6 blows it away in luxury and comfort. But it has a toilet you can flush( just every 30 minutes though). And a shower ( which full blast water pressure is a trickle). Our food takes an hour to make....no matter what you order. 

It rained all day but I didn't really mind. The weather Cooled down and it was just relaxing sitting around reading and sipping on beer. Watched my brother and his team compete in the tournament. That is really exciting. His team has a bunch of local mwanza kids and players that will  lift your spirits just from their innocence and energy. They took third place. That is also another story. Uganda won the tournament. Bunch of classless competitors if you ask me. That's another story.....

Swimming in the Indian ocean is warm and salty. The sand is beautiful. I love the color and texture of the sands in Africa.  

I love that you can buy mangoes in Kenya for .25cent each or get a pop for less than .70cent. Resort price for Mombasa is 6.00 plate for lunch and dinner.  

Next adventure. Safari.