Monday morning - early but not yet bright - we headed to the airport to catch out one hour flight to Mombasa. We flew Kenya Airlines. I was very impressed with them. They are one of Kenya's privatization success stories. We flew to Mombasa on a very new, comfortable and almost full 737. The staff on the ground and in the air were very professional and customer focused. Mombasa is on the coast of the Indian Ocean. The weather is very different from Nairobi. It hits you as soon as you walk off the plane - literally. It is so hot and humid that Don's glasses immediately fogged up. I had a similar problem when I tried to use my video camera. It began to flash the message - condensation, remove cassette. It is like being smothered in a wet blanket. The airport is on the mainland but most of Mombasa is an island in a natural harbor on the Indian Ocean. It is a very old city - much older than Nairobi and is the major shipping port for all of East Africa. You could see the big container ships as we drove to the hotel. We drove through downtown Mombasa as we headed to the hotel. Downtown was very spruced up because the world cross country competition was held in Mombasa just a few weeks ago.After passing through downtown you head north of the city to the beach resort area. We were staying at the Serena Mombasa Resort which like most of the resorts is a self-contained little community. The coastal area is a mixture of African, Arabian and Indian cultures. The Serena is decorated in a very Arabian fashion - white walls, dark carved wood, tile floors. Check out the photos in my "Tropical Paradise photo album. the rooms are arranged in small units arranged like houses along winding foot paths with flowers and fountains everywhere. And then there is the beautiful sandy white beach overlooking the Indian Ocean. There is a coral reef along this section of the coast so there are no waves along the beach. It is VERY hot at midday with a very strong sun but by mid-afternoon a wonderful breeze begins blowing in from the ocean and most of the guests are headed to the beach or pool. I tried both. The Indian Ocean was warm as a bath tub with just a gently rocking movement of the water. I have found my tropical paradise. Tuesday morning don had arranged for us to take a city tour which included a tour of Fort Jesus. What a fascinating history this city has! Here is the very condensed history of the fort. Travelers from the east have been crossing the Indian Ocean to the coast of east Africa for centuries. In the 1400s, the Portuguese arrive in Mombasa but sail on to Malindi (also on the Kenyan coast). In 1589, a Turkish expedition builds a fort at Mombasa but the Portuguese attack and take Mombasa in 1593 and build Fort Jesus. In the 1600s the fort is attacked by the Sultan of Oman and the fort passes back and forth between the Portuguese and Omani Arabs until the Portuguese pull out for good in 1729. In 1741, the Omani governor of the fort, al-Mazrui, declares independence from Oman and begins a hundred years of struggle between the Al-Mazrui forces and the Sultans of Oman and Zanzibar. The British become involved in the 1800s and from 1895-1958 the fort was used as a British government prison. After Kenyan independence, the fort became a museum. After touring the fort we drive through some of the very narrow streets of the Old Town which are crowded with shops and shoppers. We pass some very old mosques which seem very small compared to the modern mosques you see in both Mombasa and Nairobi - similar to the difference between small country churches and contemporary sanctuaries and church complexes. We had lunch at an excellent and very reasonable Indian restaurant recommended by our driver. In Nairobi and even more so along the coast, there are many Kenyans of Indian origin who have lived in Kenya for generations. They tend to be very prominent in the retail and service sectors. When a group of my MBA students did a report on the major Kenyan retailer, Nakumatt, the divided market shares into the following categories: African Kenyan, Asian Kenyan and other. The guests at the hotel are a fascinating mixture of African Kenyan, Asian Kenyan, American and all variety of European. At the pool on Wednesday afternoon, I heard French, Italian, German, British English, American English and Swahili. The food at the hotel breakfast and dinner buffets is equally diverse but all very good and the cable television in the rooms carries local Kenyan stations, BBC, CNN, a German language channel, a French language channel and one that I believe was Hindi. We were leaving on Wednesday but after it stopped rainy in the morning, I went down the beach a bit from the resort to buy a konga from a vendor ( the resort does not allow vendors to hassle their guests) and met these two lady vendors, Marie and Faith that I liked a great deal. I wanted to buy something from Marie but her English was not good enough to haggle so Faith did the haggling for her. Faith said, "I will write a price and then you will write a price. Be honest. We will eventually agree." When we did agree, the ladies were both very grateful. I think it had been a slow morning because of the rain. As we shook hands to conclude our transaction. Marie said, "And what is your name." I said, "Mary, the same as yours." and she gave me a big hug. And she said that if I came back the next day to let her friend braid my hair, she would be sure that I got "Marie's price". I am afraid that the men vendors don't do as well with me but I have enjoyed many of the women I have talked with in Kenya. They aren't as pushy and you get the definite feeling that they are just trying to take care of their family. I suppose the men are too but there always seems to be a bit more desperation simmering just below the surface with the women. There are also lots of water activities that you can do at the resort like snorkeling and windsurfing. You can also take a camel ride along the beach or go sailing in a traditional style small wooden sail boat. But I didn't get around to all of that so I guess I will just have to come back. :) The rain followed us back to Nairobi and unfortunately caused some horrible traffic jams so Steve from transport was an hour late picking us up. The traffic was just as bad heading back to ANU so by the time we got to campus, we were all very tired. We had planned to pool our dwindling stock of groceries in order to put together a dinner but we decided to just skip it and go on to bed. And given how well we had eaten at the hotel, we could all afford to skip a meal. |