The old town of Mombasa

White shaggy houses, a maze of alleyways to get lost in. Small shops some very touristic some less so, amazing old antique shops. Women covered from head to toe, only darkly lined eyes peering out from underneath beautiful light fabrics looking a lot more cool and conferrable than our shorts and linen. Men in long white “dresses” with small white and usually decorated hats on their heads, with long hair and beards kept the shops or walked the streets just in front of their women. I wished I had put on something covering up more of my legs because both Christian and Muslim men and women showed quite clearly that we tourists where showing a lack of respect due to our way of dressing. A quick walk in an old slave fort called Fort Jesus had to end our walk in the old streets of Mombasa because we were getting to hungry and were all drenched in sweat since it had gotten hotter and hotter during the day and the Mombasa sun was shining from straight above. After Lunch we returned to the hotel to burn our brains out by the pool.