Apr 2013 09

Mar 2013 05

Mar 2013 04

What does Sunday mean to you? If given a chance, how would you live a year full of Sundays?

Feb 2013 13

Maasais are funny people and they like to joke and play. Don’t miss any chance to meet them if you ever go to East Africa. I got a chance to meet them during a safari tour at Ngorongoro crater, Tanzania.When they saw me coming towards them, they asked “India? Bollywood? Amitabh Bachhan? Sunny Deol?” To answer them I swung into action by putting my left hand on my waist, right hand up in the air and right leg two feets ahead of the left one. Any guess which song I sung then? ;)

Jan 2013 17

I bought a thawb for myself when I arrived in Mombasa thinking that it will act as an ice breaker and help me get underneath the skin of the city.

Soon after getting in my new avatar, I noticed that I’m getting too much attention from the locals. Much more than I was seeking.They must be thinking – a tired and tanned desi guy wearing thawb and carrying a backpack , what’s wrong with him?
I was a bit tired after the overnight bus journey from Nairobi and probably not ready for the overwhelming attention.I decided to move southwards from the town in search of a quiet beach to chill. To get towards the south from the Mombasa island, you’ll need to take a ferry at Likoni and then matatu or motorbike taxi to reach Tiwi, Diani or Ukunda beach. I took a motorbike taxi and adjusted myself at the backseat after struggling a bit. Only if you try it yourself you’ll get to know how challenging it is to ride or take a backseat in a motorbike wearing a thawb. The road was muddy, the weather rainy and the motorbike driver was a bit uncomfortable seeing me struggling with my thawb. It was then that he asked me the question I was expecting.

Taxi Driver : Why are you wearing a thawb? People here will confuse you for a spy

Me: So you think I’m not a spy?

My reply silenced him for a while and his silence made me curious. I thought it would be good to change the topic to relax him a bit and get back to him on this laters.

Me : So which is the best sea beach here?

Taxi Driver : Tiwi, Ukunda, all are same. Do you have a booking?

Me : I don’t have any booking but lets go to Tiwi beach and we’ll figure it out there?

On the way to Tiwi beach, we had to stop when it started raining heavily. We got under a shed and  the poor taxi-driver who couldn’t gulp my joke, questioned me about my background and travels to be sure of my identity. I think he was not totally convinced with my answers cause when we arrived at Tiwi beach and I tried enquiring for a room in a hotel, he said something to the guy at reception in swahili and probably that  made the reception guy say ‘no’ to me.

‘Ah, so they think I’m really a spy’, I murmered to myself frustratingly.

The taxi driver being prejudiced about my identity was making things difficult for me inspite of helping me out so I paid him the fare and asked him to leave me alone in my search for a place to crash. It was mid-day by then and I was shit tired. More than entertaining any questions or giving justifications, I needed a cozy bed to nap. While I was sitting at the beach wondering which way to go and what to answer when they ask me why the hell I’m wearing this thawb, I saw a public change room towards my right.

Ten minutes later I was napping in one of the cottage of coral coves cottages, Tiwi beach

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