We had just come over from Christmas in Zanzibar and landed back in a Kenya that felt like it had been shaken awake. Moi was out. Kibaki had just won in a landslide. Yote yawezekana. Everything is possible. That mood was everywhere. Mombasa was the right place to arrive in it. Hot. Salty. Busy. A bit scruffy. Fully alive. The early trips were backpacks, matatus, and planning so loose it barely qualified as planning. Later came flights, road trips, and … Continue reading Mombasa