I'm afraid I'm not a fanatic of the sea and the hot holiday.
I do not even go for the resorts and the organized holidays.
The thing that brought me to Africa, Kenya, was the need for relaxation.
Stressed by Turin's pace of work, the city I've been living for ten years (first for love, now for a hard-to-leave job) I had to break away.
In addition, the heat had oppressed me a few times in life.
I've been persuaded by a friend who has a home in Watamu.
"Come on is the perfect place to reload"
I in Africa had seen what Africa is not.
Egypt, Morocco, Tunisia.
Sub-Saharan Africa has always fascinated me but I thought it too far away.
Then those images of extreme poverty, smiling but needy children. Crowd, human tide everywhere.
No, he did not give me any idea of ​​relaxation, at all.
But Watamu, he said my friend (holy man) is another thing.
And here I am, to live the charm of a nature that speaks to you. Of a sky you can touch it.
Of so simple people so different from you but for nothing suspicious.
Yes it's true there are beach boys on the beach that they rub and they have to know and report something to you, but tell me you came here to rest and after a while leave you in peace.
There are tuktuk and noisy engines, there are mosquitoes everywhere in the evenings, even in the mosquito net.
Here, I've done the bad things.
The rest is pure paradise.
Not to mention how you eat, anything.
Especially for me vegetables and chicken.
Flavors of when I was a child, when I went to the countryside with my mother's uncles.
And finally I felt my master of my time.
The holiday is over, but I already want to go back, and I think it will happen soon.
Thank you Watamu, I just wanted to write it down.