Pictures of flowers (because Moz likes flowers)

Life Imitates Art

So after our day in Mombasa, we took a taxi to Diani Beach.

After arriving at the hotel, we had to go shopping since we'd need food for the time we spent there. 

So Stefanie, Pauline, who previously worked with her at the Nest and came along with us, hired a tuk tuk and went to Nakomat, a nearby grocery store. We did or shopping and were waiting to pay at the check-out, when the most amazing thing happened.

Remember EAV, the comedic band I mentioned in the last entry? They have a song called Afrika (DISCLAIMER: May be perceived as racist if you don't understand the lyrics or the meaning behind it) that is about ignorant tourists visiting, disrespecting the culture, and their clueless racism. We even named our travelling group chat after a line from this song as a joke.

So anyways, we were waiting at the check out and absent-mindedly looking around like you do when you're waiting for the cashier to scan your groceries, and Stefanie spotted a familiar face. Klaus Eberhartinger's, the band's front man and one of the biggest Austrian celebrities (and we don't have many). The man who 30 years ago made a song about flying to Mombasa. And we randomly saw hims mere miles south of that city. Of course, we weren't completely sure it was him since the chances of meeting an Austrian singer in a cult band that we saw live last summer, presenter of our version of dancing with the stars, actor, and entertainer in an African grocery store are quite slim, so we stalked him for a bit before we decided to wait for him at the exit. Our friend Pauline didn't know who he was or why we were freaking out about this since she is German and he's appearently not that much of a cultural icon there.
When we saw him leave, we had to build up the courage to talk to him in the hope that it was really him and not someone who happened to look like him, and luckily it was. We talked to him for a moment he talks the same way in real life as he does on tv by the way, and even got to take a picture with him. It was great, definitely a one-in-a-million-thing.

Is da massa gut bei Kassa...

Needless to say, we were hyper excited and basically shouted at each other how awesome that experience was and made all our other friends and families jealous. It was great. Something I'll never forget.

After we calmed down a bit, we went swimming in the sea in the dark, which was nice, even though it's not really that smart to go swimming when you can't see if there are any sea urchins you could step on.

We spent the next day relaxing at the beach and in the pool.

You can really only swim there when the tide is high because of the urchins, but when it is, the sea is just wonderful. 

This is what the same beach looked like at low tide:

The next day, we went to the Colobus Monkey Rehabilitation Centre and learned a bit about their work. They don't only care for injured monkeys, they also build bridges for them to cross streets, collect traps, and educate the people about the issue. 

These monkeys are in cages because they could not survive in the wild but will be released once they are well enough again, apart from the Colobus lady in the last picture who was found just over a week old and grew up in captivity. Since she never learned to live in the wild, she will have to stay at the centre. The flirty monkey outside seems to be madly in love with her, since he sits there and looks at her for hours every day. It's a tragic love story - he will never get to be with her, poor guy.

At our hotel, there were monkeys around as well. If you're ever in the area, make sure you always close your door, otherwise a cheeky baboon might walk in and steal your food.

We saw one of them hop out of a window of a different apartment with an apple in its hand!

We also went on a snorkling- and diving trip. The reef was absolutely astonishing. Unfortunately I didn't take any underwater pictures.

I love the pirate-feel of these  pictures!

 After the diving, we had lunch with this view:

 We also sometimes went out at night and enjoyed ourselves, and during the day had fun in the pool.

we could have ridden on camels, but somehow didn't get around

So after our days at the beach, it was time to fly back to Nairobi for one night, and before we knew, we had to leave the warm, sunny Kenya to fly back to cold, wet Austria.

Now I've been back for almost a month. This will be the last blog entry about Kenya, but I have tons of other adventures to look forward to.

Thanks for following along on this journey, here is a collage of the best butts of Kenya: