In December 2012, my fiance and I embarked on a mini adventure of a lifetime. We had been invited to stay with his family in Mombasa, Kenya for two weeks over New Year’s Eve, and I was beyond excited. I couldn’t wait to see the city where he had grown up – I’d heard so much about the all-embracing humidity, the thick groves of palm trees, the monkeys that would visit the garden, and the pristine white sands of Diani Beach.
It was quite an adventure simply getting there – we flew from Cape Town to Johannesburg, then Joburg to Addis Ababa, then from Addis to Dar es Salaam, and finally Dar es Salaam to Mombasa. I was incredibly fortunate to have business class tickets for one of the flights, as my father had spare air miles for Ethiopian Airways, and I waved good bye to Marco as I went to take up my seat in the front on our Joburg to Addis flight. We flew all night, so there wasn’t much to do besides entertain ourselves with movies.
Business class was simply amazing! My jacket was taken and tucked away in a little cupboard, and I had to get an air hostess to assist me with the complicated chair and video console. I spent a few very pleasant hours watching movies with some red wine, and the food was divine. I was incredibly fortunate to fly business class in one of the Ethiopian Boeing 787 Dream Liners before they were recalled – such a pity, as they are truly amazing planes. Instead of window shutters, they have electric window polarizers!
Anyway, we met up again after landing in Addis, and we walked through the fantastic new international terminal II to the grotty and slightly scary terminal I that handles domestic and regional flights. The terminal was buzzing with activity despite it being an ungodly hour of the morning, with a kitchen in one corner, vendors selling all kinds of trinkets, and weary tourists coming and going. The people are a delightful mix of tourists and locals – I spotted two young local ladies washing their arms, faces, and feet in the washbasin in the bathroom, and tired European backpackers curled up on the seats in the waiting room. One local girl realised I was wearing the exact same pair of sandals as she was, and she struck up a friendly conversation and asked where I got mine. It seems that Mr. Price South Africa gets their merchandise from the same source as Ethiopian stores! Hah.
We were utterly exhausted when we boarded our final flight, Dar es Salaam to Mombasa. It was a small propeller plane, and I admit I was a bit scared! We landed without incident, and suddenly my fatigue drained away. We had arrived!
The humid air was like a playful slap in the face – visceral, refreshing, and a bit of a shock. I walked down the airplane steps slowly, breathing deeply. It was sunrise, and the sky was a mixture of peach, violet, and streaked with pink. We entered the airport terminal with a huge amount of Italian tourists, and waited for what seemed like AGES in the heat (no air conditioning in Mombasa airport, only curious birds).
Our taxi driver was waiting for us, and greeted us warmly. We started the long car ride to Diani Beach, with the windows rolled down and the noises and smells of the awakening town filling the car. Closing my eyes now I can still see the strange tropical trees in all shades of green, the houses built in part with lumps of coral, and I can smell the burning tires, the sickly sweet tropical flowers, the fuel of the numerous cars, motorcycles and tuk-tuks speeding around.
People were out and about, on their way to work – walking, cycling, boarding the ferry, etc. Animals milled around – goats, chickens, stray dogs, and the odd rat scurrying out of the road. The vibrancy of Mombasa is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s an organic being -present, raw, real, and it sucks you in. Crossing the water by ferry, we looked on in amazement as hundreds of people packed onto the decks above, standing shoulder to shoulder, patient on their morning commute.
We finally reached our accommodation – a villa rented by Marco’s family, right by the sea. We bade our taxi driver farewell and walked into paradise.
I was utterly overwhelmed by the lush vegetation, the fabulous buildings, and the warm welcome from Marco’s family. I instantly felt at home, and the long and tiring journey became a distant memory. The Rabbiosis were off to the beach, so we had very quick showers, changed, and joined them.
The beach was only 5 minutes walk away, with powdery white sand and the most unbelievably clear water. I sat in the water in a happy bubble, watching Marco’s cousins (the little ones) splash around, enjoying the utterly pristine environment.
The next few days were a delightful blur, as we rested, relaxed, and spent time together. We sunned ourselves by the pool, had long lunches and dinners together, walked along the beach, and let “Mombasa-brain” take over – that slightly fuzzy, sedated feeling of happiness and lethargy that comes over you after spending a few days in Mombasa.
Then, before we knew it, New Year’s Eve had arrived! We had a great dinner, and then went off to party at a nearby hotel with family friends. Everyone ended up in the pool, and we ushered 2013 in with a bang.
The next day, we went shopping. This was quite an experience, especially as bartering is standard practice in Kenya. This is how it works: you approach a shop (usually an outdoor structure with goods laid out inside), greet the craftsmen/sellers, and browse. As you go, you choose items you like, and these are taken to the “office”. The end price is always negotiated as a combined deal, and often other items can be bartered (for example, Marco was offered a piece of art in exchange for his shirt).
The trick is to show minimal interest at first, otherwise the price goes up. We had great fun negotiating, arguing, and finally settling a price for the items we wanted.
If you don’t find exactly what you’re looking for, ask the vendors if they can source what you want, and then return the next day. They are eager to please and will gladly find what you want if you’re serious about buying.
- For low deals, never accept the original price.
- Ask for 50% of the price, and if the vendor does not show willingness to negotiate, don’t be afraid to walk away.
- You can generally get 30% of the price, if you barter correctly.
- Always be friendly, engage in banter, and talk to the artists if possible (they often have their workshops on the premises, and you can watch them creating their goods).
- Inspect many goods, and choose your favourites for a “group deal”.
- Bartering is fun, but the artists also need to make a living, so don’t insult them with very low asking prices. They will very often mention feeding their children or supporting a family – which is true.
- Don’t get bullied into buying, but also don’t feign interest and then buy nothing.
Popular goods to buy include: kikoys (garments worn as skirts, or used as beach towels, etc), carved and painted wooden masks, wooden statues, soapstone carvings, car tire sandals, and Masai trinkets.
The next day (or one of the days – time is of no matter in Mombasa!) we headed down to Almanara Luxury Resort to watch Marco’s cousins kite surf and wind surf. Almanara is located on Diani Beach, and it’s a fabulous place to hire water sports equipment, and have a drink or ice-cream right on the beach.
This stretch of coastline (from Diani Beach to Galu Beach) is fantastic for wind sports, as the wind picks up in the afternoons, offering perfect conditions. You can go out over the reefs, and learn to windsurf in the shallows. Marco tried to teach me how to windsurf on one of the days we were there – let’s just say that having your partner teaching you how to do an incredibly frustrating thing may not be the best idea! He was a great teacher though, and I managed to scoot forward a few metres, even in very choppy water.
The water is incredibly warm, and it’s soothing to swim in the gentle waves. Beware of sea grass patches though, as they can conceal massive black urchins! So I’d recommend sticking to the sandy parts, and watching your step every now and again. You can spend hours in the sea, and it’s perfect for cooling down on hot days.
Mombasa is also simply teeming with animals! We found lots of wild and wonderful critters on our adventures:
The pool at our place heated up considerably in the midday heat, leaving it warm as a bathtub. We decided to be sneaky and infiltrated a nearby resort to cool down in their chilled pool. Hotel guests wear armbands, so keep your hands under the water if you want to try this. Most resorts and hotels have beach bars, so have a look and enjoy a cocktail or sundowner right on the beach.
There are many great restaurants and bars on the main road near Diani beach. Here are some to look out for:
Nomad at the Sands – Beach bar, great pizza, and really good ice-cream.
Almanara Sails – Luxury beach-side dining, pricey but 100% worth it.
As you stroll along the beach, you’re sure to be approached by “beach boys” – young locals who offer to take you out snorkelling or to see the reefs. It might be a bit strange to be approached by strangers on the beach, but they are salesmen, not con-men, so be friendly for great deals. We did a group outing, and it was simply amazing. Most boats have glass bottoms, so you can view the corals and fish below, and you can also go snorkelling and watch the guides feed fish. You are literally swarmed by the most amazing tropical fish!
We inevitably met more critters during our exploration, and we even tried out some local transport – the matatus, or mini-bus taxis.
We were incredibly spoiled by Marco’s family during our 2 week stay – amazing accommodation, the most delicious food, and wonderful company. So a huge thank you to the Rabbiosi family for their wonderful hospitality 🙂
We certainly dined well:
After the most amazing two weeks, we had to leave. Goodbyes were tough, but before we knew it, we were in Mombasa Town, surrounded by the chaotic traffic and bustling life. We had to spend a night in a hotel as our flight was the next day, and so we absorbed a bit of town life and shuttled up and down in tuk-tuks to find a bank and somewhere to buy food.
Kenya will always hold a special place in my heart. I leave you with some of my favourite photos from Mombasa, as I feel they capture my love for this slice of paradise.