Not quite swahili
23.04.2008 - 23.04.2008 36 °C
I have a deep love for night buses, its like a nights accomodation and a bus ticket in one but when the holes in the road make it resemble a giant cheese grater its not so much fun. Luckily the rough road only extended for just over an hour so for the most part I got some decent sleep.
After collecting our thoughts and finding a central hotel we walked to Fort Jesus. Centuries old and made primarily from coral it is an imposing monument built along the Mombassan coast line. We bought the guide book which filled us in on the rich history of the building and its features. The sizzling Mombassan heat was draining but the character of Fort Jesus implored us to spend at least an hour or two within its walls.
We picked up some soft drinks from the vendor outside and sat with a couple of locals whilst we drank them. One of them was an avid Man. U. supporter who I tried to wind up. His friends caught on to what I was doing and had a little laugh.
Just outside Fort Jesus was the old town, we began to walk through but it was pale in comparison to the rich character of Zanzibar Town. In the end we found an air conditioned internet cafe where we passed an hour. I ate some typical Swahili food for lunch and then walked back to the room where we wanted to grab somethings. Instead we grabbed three hours of sleep. When we finally dragged ourselves out of bed we went and bought some bus tickets to Lamu. Lacking any energy we sat on the roof of our hotel for the rest of the night; drinking and eating.