Xmas on the beach

Christmas was a low-key affair for me this year. On the 23rd, we took the bus to Mombasa, the second-largest city in Kenya. As with all the coastal towns in East Africa, the original Bantu people had traded and intermarried with mostly Omani traders, and also with early Portuguese colonialists, forming the unique Swahili culture which still remains strong today. Though not as business-oriented as Nairobi, Mombasa is still a hectic place, filled with the usual mix of hawkers, matatu touts and con artists, with a seemingly huge homeless population. But it's a beautiful city. As the population is mostly Muslim, huge white mosques dominate every few blocks or so. The city looks old, its white and pastel buildings falling into disrepair, but still retaining their old charm. And it's hot -- I'd guess that the temperatures go above thirty every day at this time of year, especially with the heavy press of humidity.

Our hotel was right in the centre of town, a relatively cheap place (though they had raised their rates for the holidays, of course) with simple but large and clean rooms. I was surprised at the number of foreigners I saw there, and indeed all over Mombasa. I guess I just don't usually think of traveling over the holidays to somewhere so far from home. It was nice, though -- this is definitely the first time I've been swimming on Christmas Eve! From town it takes about half an hour to reach the various beaches, with their clear water and white sand. The scene is somewhat marred by the various tourist traps, like camel rides and kite boarding, but once you're in the warm embrace of the Indian ocean, that's easily ignored.

On the night of Christmas Eve, we went dancing at a place called Bob's (for Bob Marley) -- a parking lot during the day which is converted to a dance floor at night. The DJ was fantastic and the place was packed. Georgie and I had fun speculating about where people were from based on the way they were dressed. Mombasa women, we noted, are a bit more feminine and classy, while Nairobi women go all-out for trends and skimpiness. The table of women dressed in stiletto boots, hot pants and backless shirts were definitely Nairobians! This being the coast, there was also some evidence of sex tourism. The tables with one older white person (just as frequently a woman as a man), and one younger Kenyan, not speaking to each other, were pretty sad. I particularly felt sorry for the young man at the table next to us, who sat watching other people dancing all night, and looked like he would have joined them had he not been with what looked like a client -- a middle-aged white woman who sat staring straight ahead and chain-smoking the entire evening. I can't imagine how sad it must be for both of them, to spend Christmas Eve with a stranger who doesn't say a word, or with someone you are essentially paying to make you feel less alone. I'd think it would just make you feel even more lonely. I had a fantastic evening, though, dancing the night away with good friends!

On Christmas itself, some businesses closed and some remained open, but the informal businesses were booming. The hawkers were setting up in the morning, adding gaudy Christmas garlands to their usual wares of clothing, accessories and counterfeit DVDs. The restaurants were also doing great business. Families with young kids especially were taking the opportunity in what is probably a rare treat of eating out. We didn't do a lot during the day -- mostly poked around a bookshop and relaxed in the afternoon. In the evening, it seemed like all of Mombasa was heading to the beach -- traffic was completely jammed up in the direction of the public beach, and masses of people were walking along the side of the road. We hired a tuk-tuk -- a little three-wheeled vehicle which I think is made out of a modified motorcycle -- and headed off into the crowd. We went to a nicebeach side hotel and had Christmas dinner down by the ocean. While the others had steak, I opted for chicken -- the closest I could get to turkey! There was even carrots and zucchini, which was exciting. The dinner was complemented by delicious fresh mango juice. Though it wasn't anything like Christmas at home, it felt good to be with friends, surrounded by palm trees and the sounds of waves crashing in the warm night air.

On the next day, we left for Lamu -- but I'll have to save the details of that trip for another entry. For now, I'll wish you all a happy New Year. It's been a crazy year here in Kenya, and an amazing and challenging year for me personally. I hope that next year is just as boundary-pushing and fulfilling. Here's to friendship, happiness and good health in 2009! Be well, everyone.