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KENYA // MOMBASA DAY 4

2 I wake up early, as always and walk down to the little garden to read while the rest of my family are still sleeping. There is something wonderful with being awake when nobody else is, and embarrassingly late nights and even earlier mornings is when I seem to get most things done. Soon my mum, who has identical time preferences, wakes up and I hug her and say Merry Christmas, as this 28 degrees morning is Christmas Eve. We prepare a gigantic breakfast with the imported Swedish delicacies being christmas bread, strong cheese, smoked cod roe, mulled wine, and lussebullar, mixed with Kenyan coffee, crepes and African fruits. 1 The rest of the family wakes up and we sit and eat for a long long time, only stopping to chase cheeky monkeys back into the trees. 3 My mum being her pretty self. 5 Having finished we rush straight to our pool. 6 Where we hang out, listening to music drinking delicious midday whiskeys and reading books. 4 My Christmas present. And regarding gifts, we didn’t really have any. Me and my sister got our ticket to Kenya for Christmas and then our parents paid for ours and Daniel’s trips around the country. Instead me, Daniel and Moa bought gifts for the rest! Like Swedish food and whiskey and clothes from brands which don’t exist in Kenya. 9 Fast forwarding past hours of pool hang to the Christmas dinner, which we had booked at the most wicked restaurant I’ve ever been to: Ali Barbour’s Cave. We enter it by walking down a narrow, rocky set of stairs. 12 And yes, my lovelies it is in a frikkin’ goddamn CAVE! Filled with lit candles, old 20s jazz music and round little tables. 141813 I walk around the different chambers of the massive cave with candles floating midair, tilting my head back and forgetting to close my mouth in this endless moment of awe. It is breathtaking and overwhelming and sure must be a miracle, created by nature itself. 15 We get seated in one of the dreamy corners, ordering cocktails and eating steaks and eggplant cannelloni and carpaccio and drinking red wine and more fresh passion juice. Above us is the open sky with its stars. 78b10 The mystical bathroom. 17 Having finished dinner we move to the lounge to sip steaming coffee. 16 No sweaters and the heat gathers on our skin, making in damp and sticky. In the distant, waves crush against the black beach and somebody in the 20s is singing Christmas carols. It doesn’t feel like 2013, and like I usually possess a life with a 9-5 job, underground rush hour and council taxes to pay. It is so far away, that it feels made up. We buy some gin and tonics and move to the beach, just to feel the sand between our toes. Having a Christmas in the magical, golden Africa with my best people is more than I could ever wish for.   Linn

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