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Shoreline in front of our Hotel
On Friday April 8th we were beach bound - we stayed at the Ocean Sports Hotel in Watamu. We went especially for Hillary and Mickey's 30th Birthdays but we were all really excited by the idea of a weekend away at the beach. We were at least 17, but I can't remember exactly. We practically dominated the airplane which made it extra fun, even when our flight took off late we didn't care. One of the guys had to go via Mombasa and then get a bus - he only made it there 1 hour or so later after us!Sunset on Watamu Beach
We arrived on Friday and jumped straight into Dawa's. I took this quite seriously.
As you can see I took a distinct liking to Dawas. Dawa actually means medicine. Dawa is a drink made with vodka, limes and honey. It's okay to have a few. It's medicinal after all. I didn't think we were going out on Friday night so I was expecting a light one, but we went to the local bar where we played flipcup until about 1am. We turned flipcup into a full time sport and we all took turns. Accenture can't exist without competition... World Cup Flip Cup! Out obsession with flipcup started at one of the boy's house parties - think it was Aras's leaving do. We played US vs UK ( I was an honorary Brit!) - US won, then they played Kenya vs the Hague (hilarious) and the Hague one. So when we went off to Watamu it was only fitting that our Flipcup Mania continued. I've actually never played flip cup until I got to Kenya so it's been good to connect with my American roots. Eventually, the bar closed down and we ran out of beer so off to the club we went!
Our journey to the club was pretty comical - we walked for about 10 minutes down this pitch black dirt path. I felt a bit unsafe so I took up the company of Joe - a large rock and small boulder that fit quite nicely in my right hand. Should anyone attack us Joe would be ready! ;) anyway when we got to the club I put joe down, I left him outside, and we danced until 3 am to all kinds of tunes. The music at the club was better when we returned on Saturday night, but it was good all the same. The coast is soooo humid which took some adjusting to - we were pretty soaked after hours of dancing needless to say!
Saturday was pretty chilled, most of us recovered and prepared for round II - the Pirate themed birthday celebration for Mickey and Hillary.
Then we suited and booted in Pirate attire and jumped in the car ...
Saturday was pretty chilled, most of us recovered and prepared for round II - the Pirate themed birthday celebration for Mickey and Hillary.
Then we suited and booted in Pirate attire and jumped in the car ...
Saturday night was spent in the bar, then off to the same club. I forgot my rock Joe on my way but made 'friends' with a new one. Again we danced until the wee hours but only the hard core partiers were left until sun up. Surprisingly I wasn't part of this group but I heard they played 'Navy Seals' and watched the sun rise. Hard core!
On sunday after some breakfast, Katya and I went off to the market at the end of the beach. We were an unstoppable bargaining team - even the Kenyans were impressed! We had some bags made from cloths/scarfs we selected and bought some other things. At 6pm on Sunday we picked up our stuff. Soo nice!
You can see the strap of my new bag on my left shoulder :)
We set off for the airport, things were pretty uneventful. The airport was fabulous, so small! There were some women outside selling Mangoes - at least 20 in a tall basket - somehow someone convinced Emma she had to get them for our client. Post mango purchase we went to the bar next to the airport and when our plane landed and they were ready to board someone came to get us in the bar.
We set off for the airport, things were pretty uneventful. The airport was fabulous, so small! There were some women outside selling Mangoes - at least 20 in a tall basket - somehow someone convinced Emma she had to get them for our client. Post mango purchase we went to the bar next to the airport and when our plane landed and they were ready to board someone came to get us in the bar.
You Gotta Love Africa.
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