Saturday 3 December 2011

Diani

They say that lightning doesn't strike twice; this doesn't apply to very tall metal objects, so our radio mast got done again a while back, knocking out the internet connection just after it had been fixed after the last lightning strike.

I've just returned from holiday at Diani Beach, on the part of the Kenyan coast that isn't constantly being raided by men with eye patches and parrots on their shoulders.  We stayed at an amazing hotel where more or less the only residents were various Save the Children staff, a tame bush baby who liked to sit on people's heads in the belief that he was atop a small, leafless tree and a wicked monkey who leapt on the table at breakfast and filled his pockets with bananas and half-eaten pieces of toast.

After the stress of being in Juba or in the midst of the disaster response in the Horn of Africa we were pretty set on recharging batteries, so our days didn't involve much more than lying in hammocks perfecting our impressions of those sloths that move so slowly that moss grows in their fur.

We had a couple of entertaining nights out at Forty Thieves beach bar, but I'm afraid how the two male members of the party woke up in bed together wearing pretty floral dresses will have to remain a mystery to you all.

Bush baby on branch of small, leafless tree

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