We both slept well in the large double bed surrounded by a mosquito net. So far I haven’t seen any sign of a mosquito on the whole holiday. I don’t think I’m likely to see one here as there is a constant ocean breeze. Someone told me that mozzies don’t like the wind.
While there might not be any mosquitos around Maggi and I have been taking our anti-malaria tablets everyday. On our first night here I swallowed the pill and in the middle of the night I felt a burning in my throat that I attributed to the pill. Since then I am swallowing all tablets with water.
Despite all these cautions I still have a few annoying bites on my arms and ankles. I am presuming they are from some other blood loving small creature that likes to leave their mark on your skin.
Throughout the day we have amused ourselves by eating, drinking, swimming, reading and walking along the beach.
I have tried to restrain my intake of food by only eating breakfast and dinner. I don’t think that will save me from a prolonged period of fasting when we return home. However I have maintained my consumption of alcohol, not that I have ever been close to being even tipsy. I have even tried a couple of cocktails, A Long Island, and A Negroni. I didn’t think either of them were made very well. The rest of the time I have stuck to JW Black.
The temperature has been in the mid thirties throughout our stay and the humidity has been quite high. The constant coastal wind has made it all bearable.
Back to the airport for our flight to Nairobi we passed the worse shanty town we have encountered on our trip. The shacks are held together with wire and corrugated iron. The dirt is ubiquitous, but amazingly there are smiles on the people’s faces as we pass by in our air conditioned taxi with a driver to carry our luggage to the security barrier.
The terminal building needs air-conditioning. We sat sweltering. I walked over to the cubicle with the word SHOP over the window. A lady with an infant in a Jesus hold stood in front of me. I asked the man behind the glass if he would take a card as payment. He said no. The lady asked what I wanted, a bottle of water, and she offered to pay. I accepted. I believe the cost to have been as little as 20 Kenyan Shillings.
People wandered all over the terminal. Several stood outside waiting for their plane. I stepped out of the terminal and realised that a breeze blew. So much nicer than the stuffy interior. We spent the rest of our wait sitting on the steps of the terminal watching the comings and goings as one flight after another came and left. Eventually our plane arrived and we set off about 15 minutes late.
The journey to Wilson Airport was all very calm and easy. At the exit from the airport our guide Ali waited for us and drove us to Ole-Sereni Hotel Restaurant. We had a nice Indian Curry, with far too much to eat. However, I had already decided not to eat on the plane and I thought this would sustain me until we arrived back in the UK.
Because we booked the flight with a companion ticket we flew back economy and suffered from a very uncomfortable seat in a packed plane. I did close my eyes and I must have dropped off because on arrival I didn’t feel too bad, just relieved to disembark.