Tiwi Beach, South Mombasa
These leaning coconut palms and the photo of me holding on to my hat remind me that there is nearly always a breeze on Tiwi Beach. You need it too. In the hot season, around December to February, it makes the sticky tropical humidity bearable. It also keeps malarial mosquitoes at bay.
Don’t let go! Me, at Capricho Cove, too many years ago
But the tropical breeze is not so good for kite launching. The team leader never did get his kite airborne.; the wind endlessly beating it into the sand. No matter. I think we decided that kite flying was probably too active an activity, even at the day’s end. Much better to crack open a Tusker beer, one almost chilled in
Graham not flying his kite at Maweni Cove.
the beach cottage’s rackety refrigerator.
Maweni Cottages built in the Swahili style.
In the holiday season, and especially at Christmas, these beach villages tend to be the haunt of expatriates (especially aid workers), and mixed race families who do not always receive the best of treatment in Kenya’s fancy beach hotels. The cottages are designed to keep out too much sun and let in maximum draught: coral rag walls, high makuti thatch, glassless windows and shutters with moveable slats. This is of course a European take on indigenous Swahili architecture.
I have written in another post about Swahili culture and how it might be said to have been shaped by the monsoon winds: the north-easterly Kaskazi that for centuries brought Arab merchant ships down the coast of Africa; the south easterly Kusi that blew them away again after a windless sojourn during which sailing dhows were beached and repaired and liaisons with African communities forged.
From this age-old congress between Arab seafarers and Bantu farmer-traders, came a blending and melding of body, mind and spirit that evolved into the urban coastal people whom we know as the Swahili. Their language, KiSwahili, is also a fusion: of Arabic and Bantu vernaculars, and as such, presents a fascinating exemplar of multicultural integration that has forged a distinct identity of its own. That’s something to ponder on, isn’t it: how different races can create together; how it took the monsoon wind to bring them together?
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14 thoughts on “Wind in the palms on Kenya’s coral shores”
Evocative, it took me back…
Hm. You and me both!
Oh I love your print outfit, Tish. It’s beautiful! 🙂
Thank you, Celestine. I’m rather wondering what became of it.
Do you know the wanderlust you are evoking in me, surrounded by remnants of grey snow at the moment, and always looking for an excuse to feel the palm tree breezes in my hair?!
Oh dear, I’m teasing myself too.
Oh my … that looks soooo delicious. Especially with the melting muddy snow outside, the icy driveway. Yuck. Winter muck. Thanks for the virtual vacation.
I like that idea, Marilyn – offering virtual vacations. For one thing it saves all that security stuff and angst at airports. Happy Christmas to you and Gary.
Nice post! Took me back too:)
That’s a great picture of you! Happy New Year.
Thank you, Shimon. It’s also a very old pic of me. ‘The way we were…’ etc. And a very Happy New Year to you to.
Seeing Graham with his kite reminds me – yet again – that one day I must either buy one of get out the brown paper and string. August is almost upon us and our spot is pretty good for a bit of kite flying at this time of year.
The last photograph is stunning. Those colours!
Yes – go fly a kite, Ark. I wish we still had one now you mention it.
I had a box kite as a kid, when we were stationed at RAF St Athan. That was fun