After an incredibly relaxing and nourishing week at The Twiga Lodge Campsite on Tiwi beach the long awaited day has come. We have moved into Lobsterpot Cottage, a spacious beach house in Diani sleeping 8 and being part of Vindigo Cottages. And we have picked up our UK friends “the Gracies”, Daya, Jacqui and Nigel, from Mombasa Airport. Daya is Zoe’s very best friend whom she’s been missing a lot despite all the adventures we’ve had so far. Lots of e-mails and text messages have been going back and fro and Zoe has been extremely excited about this visit in conjunction with her birthday coming up a few days from now.
Apart from comfortable beds, decent showers and real flushing toilets, the cottage even has a fridge, an incredible convenience after living without one for 2 months. Chilled drinks, cold yoghurt, spreadable as opposed to runny butter etc., wonderful! There is no lounge indoors but a large outdoor terrace overlooking the ocean and boasting a dining table, coffee table with arm chairs and sun loungers – more luxuries for us after camping life on the ground. And here it is where most of life happens anyway!
The sand on the beach is extremely fine and white. The water temperature can be as hot as a bath tub during midday near the shore. At high tide the ocean waves nearly come up to the property boundary and at night we are lulled to sleep with the rhythmic sound of the surf in our ears. Right in front of our cottage there is Mohamed’s massage parlour and the gents among us make good use of his muscular arms and hands that he uses with perfection to get that tension out of bodies lying on his makeshift wooden table. Close to the shore the local fishermen moor their outrigger boats, skilfully carved out of a single light wood log and hawkers come by daily to offer the catch of fresh fish, prawns, crabs, even lobster if you wish. Plus tropical fruit and locally grown cashew nuts being abundantly on offer.
And there are the monkeys – watch out!!! It’s a troop of vervets and some black and white colobus, the former ones being more than daring and super quick if it comes to snatching anything edible. As soon as there’s food on the table a vigilant human monkey guard has to be stationed next to it. A monkey mama with a baby clinging to her belly managed to steal a whole bag of breakfast rolls from behind his back while Thomas is actually in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Another mama turns up with extremely cute twin babies clutching her. And though we do pity them, we’re just not willing to put up with the constant raids. However, despite all our efforts, vigilance and attempted watchfulness, they managed to steal a loaf of bread, a bunch of bananas, two apples and, if that wasn’t enough yet, broke Thomas’ coffee maker during one particularly spectacular dash into the kitchen. To our amazement they even learned how to open the front door. But after a few days the scream “MONKEY RAID” gets all of us going very quickly. And if monkey raids are all you have to care and worry about, so what?! Surely, life could be more problematic.
Instead, we keep enjoying sea, sun, sand and each others great good company, fascinatedly watch a storm and heavy rains go by, come up with ideas for and decide on various activities and outings together and generally just rest in BEING and in the moment … while the girls celebrate spending their precious time together, Elia has some amazing conversations with Nigel and really makes friends with him, Thomas and Naraya keep putting their tent up on the terrace at night (just the inner shell to keep mozzies and creepy crawlies out) to sleep under the stars and go for a loooong beach walk up to the Kongo Mosque with it’s awesome ancient Baobab trees, Jacqui catches up on some dearly needed sleep, the female members of our party ravel in some plain old holiday shopping for beaded jewellery, flip flops and the like, Daya gets her hair into braids to look just so fabulous, and, and, and … Life simply is good!