A bloody great day, for once!
After posting some letters and having an incredibly overpriced 50-shilling breakfast at the New Chetna restaurant, we got the bus to Nyali Beach. The whole area along the beach is very picturesque; there are a small number of upmarket houses, but most of the buildings are very posh hotels.
We thought the "Mombasa Beach Hotel" sounded pretty major, so we headed straight for its beach. We were both stunned by the beautiful sight before us: the sand was pure white and powdery and the beach was lined with rows of palm trees. After eating our pineapple and lying on the beach for a while, we sat at the hotel's tables and drank coke.
Nyali Beach.
Our next move was to take a dip in the Indian Ocean. It was very clear and extremely warm—far warmer than the Red Sea at Dahab.
When we had swam for long enough, we paddled up the coast to gatecrash our next hotel. This time we hit the jackpot! The Silver Beach Hotel boasted a large swimming pool, a bar, and comfy sunbeds all over its grounds.
As we moved around the pool, from the entrance to the bar, and from the bar to our sunbeds, two girls watched us keenly. They tried to look as cool as possible and be as subtle as possible. It was very amusing, as they failed on both scores.
Silver Beach Hotel.
It was a great afternoon, lying on the sunbeds and swimming in the pool. I don't think it would have been quite as good if it wasn't all free, though!
On our way back from the pool we were more than impressed by the beauty of the place. On a level higher than the pool was a huge lawn with flowers, trees, and weaving paths, where many more people sunbathed. Around this lawn was most of the accommodation—beautiful terraced apartments, all spotlessly white.
Back on the island we had chicken and chips for 40 shillings at a place we hadn't tried before. I tried a Guinness as it was only 20 shillings but, brewed in Nairobi, it was bloody revolting. It tasted more like strong lager than Irish stout.
We then went to the Fortuna Café, further up Haile Selassie road, for a samosa and a coke. I think everybody employed there is stupid. The "waiter" couldn't understand "two cokes" and there was tremendous confusion when we paid the bill.
After posting some letters and having an incredibly overpriced 50-shilling breakfast at the New Chetna restaurant, we got the bus to Nyali Beach. The whole area along the beach is very picturesque; there are a small number of upmarket houses, but most of the buildings are very posh hotels.
We thought the "Mombasa Beach Hotel" sounded pretty major, so we headed straight for its beach. We were both stunned by the beautiful sight before us: the sand was pure white and powdery and the beach was lined with rows of palm trees. After eating our pineapple and lying on the beach for a while, we sat at the hotel's tables and drank coke.
Nyali Beach.Our next move was to take a dip in the Indian Ocean. It was very clear and extremely warm—far warmer than the Red Sea at Dahab.
When we had swam for long enough, we paddled up the coast to gatecrash our next hotel. This time we hit the jackpot! The Silver Beach Hotel boasted a large swimming pool, a bar, and comfy sunbeds all over its grounds.
As we moved around the pool, from the entrance to the bar, and from the bar to our sunbeds, two girls watched us keenly. They tried to look as cool as possible and be as subtle as possible. It was very amusing, as they failed on both scores.
Silver Beach Hotel.It was a great afternoon, lying on the sunbeds and swimming in the pool. I don't think it would have been quite as good if it wasn't all free, though!
On our way back from the pool we were more than impressed by the beauty of the place. On a level higher than the pool was a huge lawn with flowers, trees, and weaving paths, where many more people sunbathed. Around this lawn was most of the accommodation—beautiful terraced apartments, all spotlessly white.
Back on the island we had chicken and chips for 40 shillings at a place we hadn't tried before. I tried a Guinness as it was only 20 shillings but, brewed in Nairobi, it was bloody revolting. It tasted more like strong lager than Irish stout.
We then went to the Fortuna Café, further up Haile Selassie road, for a samosa and a coke. I think everybody employed there is stupid. The "waiter" couldn't understand "two cokes" and there was tremendous confusion when we paid the bill.
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