Hundreds and hundreds of miles of lush green vegetation lie below me seemingly never changing as we bounce from one cloud to the next in a small10-seat prop plane - green, so much green covering this vast terrain of Eastern Africa. A single strand, so small and barely noticeable comes into view. It reminds me of a dark thread out of place on
light colored shirt. A muddy road, unbroken except for the occasional truck, winds its way eastward towards the ocean. We slowly descend onto the dirt airstrip near
Lamu, a remote Kenyan town 50 miles south of the Somali border - our final destination.
We landed on Manda island just across the dark waters from Lamu. We walked from the plane in the hot humid heat of Eastern Africa to a small shelter which was the airline's official rest area. By this time I had been
traveling almost 24 hours straight without sleep and was quite tired. Almost
immediately several "tour guides" came up to us and offered to be our "guides."
I didn't have the energy to try to look for the "right guide" so
fortunately the first guide that approached me turned out to be a
blessing for the next several days. Unlike the "old days" the guides
that greet you are licensed by the government. Their prices are
reasonable and are negotiable. Mohamed Mahazi, a
licensed tour guide guided us to a motorized dhow (see
attractions) which was operated by several of his friends. They took us into Lamu and found us lodging. Mohamed was an excellent guide as he knew where to find the small eateries that most tourists would never find. He also knew many people in town.
Lamu is a
Kenya's oldest living town and its population is mainly Muslim. An
interesting feature of this town is that automobiles are not allowed.
The main reason for this is that the dirt streets are extremely narrow
and crowded with people. There is one car on the island which is owned
by the District Commissioner.
Pay attention to the dress of of the locals. Most of the men
wear full length white robes and distinctive skull type caps.
The women wear black wrap around robes,
most of them cover their head as well in
black, and a few women covered their entire face except for slits
around their eyes.
Lamu is still isolated enough and somewhat difficult to get to that
its not yet over run with tourism. I felt that the interactions
received from the local people were still genuine. Shopping can be
used as an example of this. In areas that have been over run with
tourists no matter where you are in the world - the shop keeper's time
is extremely short, they are often very aggressive, and their interest
in only your money is quite apparent. This was not my perception in
Lamu.
Photo to Left: Lamu Rooftops
For example I visited a small artisan shop located under a
corrugated steel roof held up by ancient wood stakes. While there I
purchased a hand crafted wooden local game. Three red seeds filled
each indentation in the wood - the seeds obviously had something to do
with playing the game. The shopkeeper asked me if I would like to
learn how to play. He told me to sit down and then for the next 45
minutes taught me strategy and several versions of that particular
game. This was only one example - I felt welcome at most of the shops
that I visited.
I spent 4 days and 5 nights in Lamu. This was about about the right
amount of time for me.
