Today Whitney and I landed in Mombasa at 7:45am and started walking from the airport to where we were told we could catch a matatu, a couple kilometres away. As we were walking, this car pulled over and a woman asked if we wanted a ride. They seemed friendly, so we accepted and we started driving down the road. The husband was British, but grew up in Kenya and the woman was from Zimbabwe. They have been living in Mombasa for the past two years, after living in Zimbabwe for a long time before that. So they were asking where we were staying and we said we had a friend recommend us a hotel, but we didn’t know the name and the phone number wasn’t working. So eventually the woman turned to us and said “do you want to come stay with us?” We hesitated, but accepted, sort of in disbelief. The whole time we were driving I had actually been wondering what these peoples’ house was like because they seemed to be pretty well off. They were really nice and said they had three kids our age, two boys who were not currently home-one who they had just dropped off at the airport, and an 18 year old girl who was home studying for her exams and who would like to have some company.
So we pulled into their gated house and walked in through the front doors to find a large, open air house, with an outdoor pool in the center of it. They showed us our room, with a huge queen-sized bed where we’d be staying, with our own bathroom. We were in complete shock. Then they served us breakfast. Afterwards, Whitney and I walked to the beach, which is about 10 minutes away. The beach was beautiful and it was hot and the water was warm. We met a guy on the beach and then his friend, who we talked to for a couple hours. They were really nice and seemed genuinely interested in talking, and not in dating us. So that was really nice and refreshing, after Nairobi.
They told us that if we wanted lunch we could be home at 1, so we headed back and had tortellini and garlic bread for lunch. Yum! After lunch we swam in their pool and laid in the sun. We had tea and talked to the mother, Lesley, for a while in the afternoon and then went with her to run some errands and see some of the town. We then came back and I took a bath in the large bath tub and went to watch the satellite TV.
This whole experience so far has been completely surreal and amazing. I keep breaking into a giggle, just thinking about where we are and what good luck we have had. These people seem genuinely nice and said they like having us around now that their sons are gone.
Tonight we are going to see “The Namesake” at the movie theatre in town. I will write more tomorrow!
Unbelievable indeed. From puking with sharks to the opulence of a villa by the ocean. The adventure just gets better and better. They sound like great folks. Enjoy your stay (doesn't sound like that is going to be a real problem). You guys should get them something nice or make an evening meal to show your appreciation for their hospitality. Can you get lobstasaurs there?
ReplyDeleteLots of love, Dad
oh my gosh...we had just told them we wanted to get lobsters to thank them for their hospitality! You're psychic!
ReplyDeleteIf not physically connected; definitely mentally. You are amazing.
ReplyDeletei'm so glad you said yes to them. that's what being abroad is all about. my friend didn't know where we were staying so she ended up leaving the airport with 3 pakistani guys who brought her back to their place, talked about immigration and the life of an immigrant, and then helped her get to our hostel in the morning (after smoking her up). their is hope in humanity.
ReplyDeletebut not in my spelling ability.
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