Shela Village, Lamu

Just wanted to give a small taste of what Shela Village is like on the island of Lamu, off the coast of Kenya.

Most of the streets are really narrow. This one was nice because it had both the floral canopy and the water at the end. The village is a veritable maze of these little alleyways and lanes. Most of the time it seemed fairly empty to me, but at different times you could count on encountering people, like when school gets out. You can always rely on encountering a donkey, with or without human transport on it. Cars are not allowed on the island with two notable exceptions: the mayor's vehicle, and the ambulance vehicle.



Here you can see some of us walking along the sea wall of the village. This is at high tide. Lamu suffered some erosion with the Indian Ocean Tsunami and lost much of its protective sand bars and sand banks. This path wraps around the whole coast side of the village and continues on to Lamu town. The path does more or less disappear at high tide, so trips to Lamu town by foot had to be carefully considered, or at least a water taxi ride home considered.

Just a picture here of some of the village boys, who could usually be seen playing by the water. In general I got the impression the people there were very friendly despite whatever language barrier was in the way.

Just a final picture in the series here of the village mosque. The picture was taken in the middle of the day, when perhaps because of the sun, not many people were to be seen out and about.

Fatuma's Tower, Lamu, Kenya

While visiting the island of Lamu off the coast of Kenya, we stayed at a restored 14 century tower known now as Fatuma's Tower. It's tucked away on the back side of Shela Village, and offered rooms of different sizes, yoga twice a day, and really great meals. Despite it being the rainy season, the weather was surprisingly sunny and hot.








This little pool was tucked against the hill of the sand dunes that bordered the garden. It was great for a quick dip when just coming back from being out. The garden was the social center of the place. Meals would be served here, and people would gather before or after going out into Shela Village or Lamu Town. The trees provided a really pleasant break from the sun.



Here are a few interior shots including a balcony off the library, the library itself, the yoga room, a hallway, and my own room.

Sand Dunes behind Shela Village on Lamu, Kenya

When I first arrived on Lamu and was just getting settled, our host took us on a little tour through the sand dunes to the other side of the island. We headed through some small alleys at the end of the village to a climb through some shrubs and first caught a glimpse of the end of the village where we were staying.


The path continued on, over the crest which must have been the highest elevation of the dunes.


A bit further up off to our left, you could see the inlet to the Indian Ocean and the neighboring island that's mainly tidal mangrove swamps. The clouds were really striking. It's hard to capture their exact quality with a camera (or at least with my camera!)

Heading down on the other side, the Indian Ocean side of the island, the following picture was our view:


It was explained that the castle structure was the home of a rich person and it was only built in the last few years. Although it's hard to assess from the the picture, it was still actually relatively removed from the waterline. But our guide (and host) also pointed out the sandbar to us and said it was possible to swim out to it. Thus began the little adventure of the day, or possibly weekend (that is if the whole trip wasn't an adventure!).

We (five of us) swam out in the direction of the sandbar which didn't seem that far... As we reached it, there was no gradual slope of sand edging up to it, just all of a sudden we came up against it and almost had to climb onto it like climbing out of a pool. We took in the scenery for a while out there, and then decided to head back. After a bit of swimming we realized why there was no gradual slope approaching the sandbar: the flow of water exiting out to the sea washes most of it away. It was this stream of water we had to swim against to get back! Luckily we were all O.K. enough with our swimming skills to get the job done. I later heard this was also shark territory. Yikes! That's enough adventure for me in one day.

We headed back to the tower where we were staying and they had a really wonderful dinner prepared in the garden. There was fish, also calamari, rice cooked with coconut, salad, and no shortage of limes to squeeze juice onto everything, which I found great! I ended my evening in an old wooden bed curtained in by mosquito netting with a smoking ember-type coil underneath to assist in keeping the little blood-suckers away!

Journey To Lamu, Kenya

In April of 2008, my friend Susan who works for the United Nations invited me to come and visit her in Tanzania and play some piano concerts in the area as well. Not going to Africa so frequently, I took the opportunity to travel around a bit as well. For one long weekend of my two week trip we went to the island of Lamu off the coast of Kenya. It was in many ways the highlight of the entire trip and overall just really fascinating and enjoyable. I will write a few entries about Lamu and this one is just about the journey getting there.

We began in Arusha, Tanzania, and had a four hour bus ride north to Nairobi, Kenya for our flight from Nairobi Wilson Airport. Nairobi Wilson is perhaps the only airport I've ever been to where you can arrive 15 minutes before the scheduled departure of your flight and have both you AND your luggage make it onto the plane. Exciting as this may sound, I don't recommend it, we were all pretty stressed! The main reason this is possible is that departures is basically one room.
Here's the airplane we were rushing to catch:



We arrived about an hour later at the Lamu Airport, or landing strip, which I have two pictures of. The first is arrivals. The second is baggage claim. Yes... the one with the people sitting on it!



From there you walk to a pier where you catch a boat that brings you to the island Lamu itself (the airport/landingstrip is actually on a smaller island opposite Lamu). Lamu has two settlements on it, the larger Lamu Town, and the smaller Shela, also known as Shela Village where we stayed. The following pictures are sequential, from the boat ride, the view of Lamu Town from the water, other houses along the way, the arrival at Shela, and our destination, a building called Fatuma's Tower where we stayed and partook in the offered Yoga twice daily during our visit.




The beach along this white wall is the road between Shela and Lamu. It disappears and reappears with the tide.


This picture is Fatuma's Tower, a restored 14th century tower at the very back of the village Shela just where the sand dunes really start. More to follow in coming entries!

Copenhagen

Copenhagen was the last stop on my Scandinavian sojourn and for me definitely the most fun. I made a conscious decision to skip most museums, mainly from museum burnout. Art is important to me and modern art in particular, but when you start seeing the works of the same group of artists in museums around the world, you just want to see something different. I think in the future I'm going to start aiming to check out more live performances in the places I visit in order to get a better sense of what's going on there. If I go for visual art, I'll aim for very contemporary or galleries.

Most of my time was just spent walking around the city, which reminded me of a slightly larger version of Amsterdam, only without (or without as many) canals and with more colorful buildings. While Stockholm and Gothenburg offered great design in terms of furniture, the designware in Copenhagen for sale ranged all across the board from every kind of decoration, lightingware, furniture also, and every sort of gadget, really fun stuff to gaze at and play with in the shops. I ended up buying a pair of jeans and sunglasses!

I met up with a friend, MH who I was in school with in the Hague and we caught up about life after graduation. It always seems like people who consider themselves creative artists (she and I) experience a bit of a shock getting out of school. School ends up being a fairly strong support network in these situations, but ultimately of course it IS for the best to leave the nest behind.

A little architectural surprise for me was just on my way home at the Copenhagen Kastrup Airport. The building looked new and fresh, but when I actually got into the branch of the terminal for my departing flight, suddenly it became really spectacular architecturally. The rest of the airport gave no hint of this! I put my bags down and actually started walking backwards on the people-mover just to get a couple shots with my camera. One of the shots is included above.

Gothenburg

After Stockholm, I left for Gothenburg on the west coast of Sweden, via train. The trip was 5 hours. A high speed train would have gotten me there in half the time, but also for twice the price, so I decided to relax and just watch the countryside go by. I think when comparing train, plane, bus or car, train is definitely my preferred way to travel. You're not confined, you can at least to a reasonable extent get up and walk around, and Swedish trains are beautiful.

Once again I was lucky that I coincidentally arrived in the middle the city's cultural week. So lots of outdoor performances and free museum entry. A friend of mine from the Hague, MS is from Gothenburg and has moved back there. He complained a bit about it being a sleepy city with not too much to do. This was not the impression I got in my short time, but I also think I caught the city at a good moment. I was surprised to notice more than a few restaurants and bars closed on a saturday night! But in comparison with Stockholm, somehow I felt like I came across design and furniture stores much more easily in Gothenburg. Maybe it's just because I was on foot much more.

I was surprised to learn Gothenburg is population-wise the same size as the Hague. But it feels so much more spread out. Contributing to the "size" element, the city has some large hills in it, which provide for good lookouts and add some contrast. I was also glad to discover that the city public transportation network extends to the boat and ferry service that reaches the islands off the coast of Gothenburg. I got on one boat, whose travel time was 50 minutes one way to a tiny island called Vargö. I don't think there were more than 5 houses on this island and the rest was a nature reserve. I walked myself across the island and parked myself on top of a rocky hill and just sat and watched the water for a while. Really gorgeous stuff! The sense of solitude and quiet there was just so striking, the first word that came to mind to describe it was actually "holy," but I don't want to accrue any spiritual associations of the ridiculous sort. Spirituality YES, absurd obsessions to be forced on others, NO!

Gothenburg was the last stop in the Swedish part of my Scandinavia excursion. What to conclude? One friend of mine, upon hearing that I was in Sweden, said "Ah, Sweden, I've heard they've been making the world look ugly for the last 400 years!" What was this comment about? The state of the country itself? It struck me as remarkably clean, well kept, and cared for. The people? I think something foreign or different always looks attractive to the eye.

I have some more thoughts on traveling in general, but I'll save those for a post dedicated to that topic.

Stockholm Metro

These are photos I took in the Stockholm metro, all along the Blue Line while there on holiday. I think the photos speak for themselves! I was so impressed, I couldn't stop taking pictures. I've seen the metros/subways of London, Paris, Berlin, Barcelona, New York, San Francisco, Washington DC, Chicago, Amsterdam, Antwerp, Rotterdam, and very little comes close.

Although with a bit of pride for the city one lives in, I have to confess that the metro in the Hague is a worthy competitor, designed by Rem Koolhaas. But it actually is not so much a metro, and more just 3 stops underground for the tram network.