Lamu, dangerous? Too right…

Fever pitch media reports, government travel advisories, insurance company warnings: it’s hardly surprising so many have taken Kenya’s northern coast off the holiday long list in recent years. Well, based on my experience, I can tell you that yes, it’s a very dangerous place to visit. Dangerous, that is, in that you just might find… Continue reading Lamu, dangerous? Too right…

Remembering my ‘attitude of gratitude’

One day last week, as I made my usual bleary-eyed early morning journey into town (I’ve started daily 7am classes at the Alliance Francaise and the mornings are a struggle), the cab driver was being philosophical. Out of the blue, he started talking about how lucky we were to enjoy another day: ‘how many would… Continue reading Remembering my ‘attitude of gratitude’

3 things I miss from home; and 3 I’ll miss when I leave…

Midway through my fellowship here in Nairobi, here are a few things I’m missing: plus some I’ll be sorry to leave behind. I’m skipping over the family and friends bit – of course, by far the biggest thing I’m missing (and Ryan Hanna, if you’re reading, I hope you note the order there!).  But these… Continue reading 3 things I miss from home; and 3 I’ll miss when I leave…

The Dust of Africa

There’s apparently a proverb that says you can’t wash the dust of Africa off your feet. Looking at my laptop, I realise just how dusty a place Kenya is in October. My camera, my phone, my clothes, my shoes – everything seems to have developed a layer of grime that’s gradually getting permanently worn in.… Continue reading The Dust of Africa

Will they pay back?

This is one of the most common questions I get, when I explain the concept of Kiva to people.  And it’s an understandable response: isn’t lending money to individual borrowers, living in poverty thousands of miles away, enormously risky?  How do you ever get the money back? If you look at the Kiva website, you… Continue reading Will they pay back?

Binga and the Batonga

My borrower visits in the past couple of weeks took me up to the northernmost regions of Zimbabwe, to the district of Binga, straddling the Zambezi River and the Zambian border. Binga is a six hour journey north of Bulawayo, a completely straight road with only one single junction (when you’ve got only one turn-off to… Continue reading Binga and the Batonga