Hesborn, our houseman in Kenya, with his machete preparing to cut this thick stringy exterior off of the coconut before releasing the stringy brown interior that we’ve seen for sale at the grocery store. He willingly cut these for us whenever we requested.

Today’s photos are from the post in 2013, while we lived in Diani Beach, Kenya, for three months. For more details from that post, please click here.

This morning I ventured downstairs to the reception desk to pay our food bill for the past 12 days (we’d already paid for the hotel for this period using priority points from Hotels.com on our site) and allow the hotel to put a hold on our credit card for the following number of days we have booked until October 3.

At dusk, Tom shot this Kenya sky. Rather impressive for the infrequent photographer.

You’d think after living here for almost six months. They would dispense with the “hold” and charge our card for actual charges when it was time to pay again. I suppose they have rules and regulations preventing them from doing it any other way.

With little to no future travel booked, we have plenty of room on our credit cards which all have been at a zero balance due to paying them off quickly when the new hotel charges are posted. I guess it doesn’t matter since we don’t pay interest on holds, nor do we have to pay the amount of the delay.

In Kenya, I pulled up a chair close to the open wrought iron weaving (to keep us safe from the monkeys or other larger animals) surrounding our outdoor living room to take photos of the many birds singing in the yard. Instead, I could not capture many birds in my impatience, focusing on items that caught my attention, such as these branches in the shadows.

Holds are there for security for the hotel that we don’t bail in the middle of the night without paying. That’s unlikely, let alone bailing at all, after spending the current bill. The security here is tight, not only for potential thieves who might try to escape without paying but to prevent the potential spread of COVID-19.

Speaking of credit cards, in July, one of Tom’s card numbers was stolen while we’ve been in lockdown in India for an unauthorized purchase in the US. The credit card was immediately canceled, and a new one was mailed to us in mid-July via FedEx. Also, in July, we ordered a package from our mailing service that included our new second passports, among other much-needed items. Neither of these two packages has yet to arrive, although they arrived in India a few days after they were sent. They are just sitting in Delhi.

The red in the background is a bunch of flowers on the bush behind this palm.

We’ve called FedEx. We’ve emailed FedEx. Each time, they say they are working on it. I am going to call again tomorrow, but now I need to get “mean.” I don’t particularly appreciate threatening and being forceful, but I can do this while staying calm, whereas Tom would flip his lid. Thumbing one’s lid never works.

We need these items. We need to receive these items before we leave here, or we’re in big trouble. We knew it could take four to six weeks to receive the packages but two months is ridiculous. We’ve often had such problems receiving boxes in various countries in the past and, in the future, we will try to figure out ways to avoid the necessity of receiving packages from the US, if possible.

The tall pointed thatched roof of the house next door to us.

As for my recent change in diet, eliminating the carbs in my dinner each night, I am managing without the carb-laden meals instead of eating smaller portions of protein and healthy fats, such as eggs, salmon, and cheese. It will take quite a while for me to reap the benefits of a much lower-carb diet, potentially as long as two to three months. In the interim, I am experiencing what they call the “keto flu,” when your body starts burning its fat stores for fuel instead of those derived from card-laden foods.

The boisterous female of the yellow bird, the African Golden Weaver, is less colorful. They are elusive and sensitive to movement, making photo-taking a near impossibility for a novice like me. She seeks the bright yellow male capable of building a suitable nest. She landed in our outdoor living room, enabling me to get this crooked shot.

It was this way of eating nine years ago that eliminated the pain I’d been suffering for years. Now, I am hoping my strict return to this manner of eating will serve me well once again. As a result of the diet change, the “keto flu” leaves me sluggish with a lack of energy. This will pass within a few weeks. After all, I have all the time in the world.

This coconut meat Hesborn prepared for us was exceptional, the best I’ve had. What a treat! Tom has no interest in eating this without sugar, so he passed it up.

As hard as it’s been to continue walking right now, every 30 minutes, I force myself to get up and get out into the corridor to walk for yet another ½ mile until I reach 5 miles per day (8 km). With convention guests still here, we can walk only a short portion of the corridor (Tom walks, too). Hopefully, soon we’ll have access to the entire passage making the walks less boring.

As we were sitting in our outdoor living room that morning while writing, seven goats jumped over their stone wall behind our yard, directly into our yard only a few feet from us. They decided to dine on the lush leaves of the hibiscus bushes in our yard.

I am still working on the edits/corrections for all past posts. Today, I’m on page #128 or #149 (I’m working backward. There are 20 posts per page), which means I’ll be done in approximately four months, 28 days. I hope by then, I’ll be finishing this considerable project from some other location. Good grief!

Photo from one year ago today, September 13, 2019:

A gorgeous countryside view as we drove toward Port Isaac from St. Teath (pronounced “breath”). For more photos, please click here.

Hesborn, our houseman, in Kenya stopped by Wednesday morning, after a whole night of rain, showed us this carnivorous, stinging, dangerous creature with less than 100 legs, yet is still referred to as a centipede.  He warned us not to walk in the grass after rain. A sting from this ugly creature will require a trip to an emergency room. These not only walk but also are known to climb up bedposts. Oh.

Today’s photos are from the post on this date in 2013, while we lived in Diani Beach, Kenya, for three months. For more details from that post, please click here.

Living in Kenya for three months beginning in September 2013 was the best possible introduction we could have asked for to adapt to life in Africa. As many of us know, Africa is an entirely different and unique environment from what we were used to, spending most of our lives living in the US. This may well be the case for many citizens living in modern-day, developed countries with infrastructure and lifestyles proportional to that in the US.

Non-venomous. This good-sized lizard came to call as we lounged in our outdoor living room. Thanks for the nice pose, Ms. or Mr. Lizard.

Arriving in Kenya on September 2, 2013, we were in for a rude awakening and culture shock while we were riding for an hour in a well-worn van from the Mombasa Airport to Diani Beach, the location of our holiday home we’d booked for three months. We chose to visit Kenya to eventually make our way to the Maasai Mara National Reserve to embark on our first of many wildlife photography safaris.

In the next several days, we’ll share the photos and the stories of how and where we decided to stay for this big adventure, one I’d dreamed of all my life. Of course, the exciting photos of our many safaris in the Maasai Mara, an experience we’ll never forget, will be re-posted soon as we continue to share our past experiences while in lockdown.

Mildly venomous. Hesborn referred to this as a millipede. We didn’t bother to count the number of legs. These are harmless, although if walking on a person, they leave a trail of “itchy liquid.”

During that hour-long drive to the holiday home, I was practically hanging out the window of the vehicle in the sheer wonder of what my eyes beheld, scenes of which neither of us had ever witnessed in the past. The people, the cows, the buffalo, the goats, the pigs, and the chickens walking along the crowded pot-hole-ridden highway, sent me into an awe-stricken state unlike any other in my life.

Often tourists comment that they felt uncomfortable seeing the poverty, the way of life, the commotion, and the traffic in what was formerly referred to as “third world countries.” Witnessing these scenes sent me into a jaw-dropping state of curiosity and wonder. Oh, don’t get me wrong. It’s heartbreaking to see the poverty up close and personal.

A millipede about the tip of my shoe: one wouldn’t want to snuff this out with their foot if discovered in the bathroom in the middle of the night.

For me, it represented the strength and resiliency of a people who were making the best of a seemingly impossible situation with many thriving in the best manner possible. Perhaps, that was my overly optimistic viewpoint. Still, it served me well when over these past eight years, we experienced many similar scenarios, not unlike much of which we’d seen in India during the two-month tour.

On that day, the shutter on the camera was clicking nonstop. I shot hundreds of photos in that first hour and thousands more during the three months we spent in the country, along with the precious time spent in the fantastic Maasai Mara National Reserve, one of the most pristine and wildlife-rich places in the world. I’d go there again if we could.

As Alfred, our driver for the three months, drove us to the stores. We passed many similar buildings.

Those challenging days and nights in Diani Beach primed us for the harsh realities of Africa along with its life-changing wonders we beheld in one way or another almost every day. Whether it was the curious facts about a venomous insect shown in today’s main photo or the exquisite heart-pounding experience of taking a photo of a lion enjoying his zebra lunch a mere 3 meters from our vehicle, it had it all.

These run-down lean-to-type shacks depict the aspect of a third-world country, many without running water and electricity. And there we were in what was considered an upscale resort community of Diani Beach.

It is hard to shake once a person gets Africa in their blood, especially those deeply moved by its magic. And now, as we remain in lockdown, just eight days short of six months, the only place I long to be is, back there in Africa, amid the wildlife, the vegetation, and its amazing people.

The Nakumatt grocery store is guarded by armed military security, who, for security reasons, refused to be photographed. Armed guards thoroughly examined the car, including a mirror on the long pole to search for explosives. We were searched and wanded before entering the market. This was the day I tossed my handbag, never to be used again in Kenya. From that day, Tom carried my lipstick and passport in his pockets.

Perhaps, in time, we’ll be able to return to the heat, the bugs, the snakes, the excitement interspersed with a tinge of danger in the wild, and the blissful experience of seeing nature in its most acceptable form, both human and animal.

Stay safe. Stay healthy and have hope.

Photo from one year ago today, September 12, 2019:

Blue sky, blue sea, and craggy cliffs in Port Isaac, known as Port Wen in the TV series Doc Martin. For more photos, please click here.