At first it was difficult for me to understand why local people on the coast of Kenya did not run in their free time (that for most is abudor) to dive into the crystalline waters of his infinite white sand beaches. Why most of those who enjoy on the shore diaphan and dive among floating atolls such as clouds are white people who come from afar, of cold lands with long winters. I have spent long seasons living in England and I will never forget the constant sense of lack of light that oppressed me every morning, Not to mention the cold. That is why for me this light is vital. That is why every time I immerse myself in this Turksa sea I feel an unusual pleasure and I have the feeling that the universe is giving me something, a caress sea, of silence, of peace, Far from the bustle of intense Africa that happens just a couple of kilometers.
Salt water is life; Heals the wounds, Those out and inside.
Immerse a emerald sea, Listen to the strange sound of the marine universe under water, Observe the incessant to come and go of fish, stars, sea ??snakes, corals, Hired heights and algae is a kind of meditation. Your mind is placed in a state of peace, Absolutely present, No past or future, Only you, levitating about a world of colors, of brightness, of diamonds on water.
Your mind is placed in a state of peace, Absolutely present, No past or future
This luxury of sensations is available to all local people, It doesn't cost money. But, There are very few who choose to enjoy it.
In my city, where winter is long, The days of the sun shines its inhabitants run with some despair to find a free little bit on the beach where you can extend your towel and throw yourself in the sun. People crowd with each other to be close to the sea, Often being a grotesque show, A HUMAN PUZLE PARTY AND BURLESCO.
If you were born in front of a long emerald water beach, Maybe you want to build your house away from the sea
I think of that and why local people move away from the beach and prefer to be in other places. The only reason why some wore the beach is because there are tourists and can offer their services. Some sell coconuts, Others offer boat walks, Other Baratijas, trimmings, materials ...
I guess there are certain common denominators in the human being, And one is not appreciating what we have in front if we have had a lifetime. Also from paradise you can tire one. If you were born in front of a long emerald water beach, Maybe you want to build your house away from the sea, Looking inside.
When you ask something to a Kenyan and you don't know the answer, he never tells you that he doesn't know
There are many other things that have cost me to understand the African character, such as that there are never concise answers. An example: The other day I asked Teodoro, The boy who cuts the grass in the place where I live, If I knew what time the Nakumat supermarket closed. Is the only supermarket in 200 Kilometers around where you can find certain products, like water in bottles of 10 liters. With a pretty smile he assured me that I was open 24/ 7, o sea, all the time. Great, thought. And there I left the next day at eight in the morning, sitting at the back of a motorcycle with amid, who is the one who makes me a taxi driver with his motorcycle from here to there. (The motorcycle is here the most common mode of transport).
When I arrived I found that the supermarket was closed. When I asked him Amid If I knew what time they opened told me that at three. At three? What a strange time to open a supermarket on a work day! In the end it turned out that they opened 9 a 21 hours. I have already proven that when you ask something to a Kenyan and you don't know the answer you never tell you that you don't know, Never. It will tell you the first thing that I want. This often creates tremendous confusion.
There are certain mysteries in Africa that a foreigner can never decipher
I went crazy trying to find out the starting schedules of the buses that make the path of Mombasa a Tanzania. Each person gave me a different hour. Amazing! Finally, Days later a French friend explained to me that what was happening was that buses never have exit schedules, They just come out when they are full, which may be at three about eight. But the mystery is: Why didn't anyone give me this information? Is it because you fear you go and not come back? There are certain mysteries in Africa that a foreigner can never decipher.
In any case, I have not yet made the Mombasa Bus Tour to Giving is Salam. It will be in the coming weeks. Meanwhile I enjoy this paradise of cotton beaches that cover the coast of the coast of Kenya and I agree to understand that there are many things that I do not understand of this continent that catches and spells.
