I can still remember how the sand felt in-between my toes, how the sound of the waves crushing
into the beach and dragging along the sand back into the ocean. The sweet sound of the waves
resonated well with me, sending vibrations through my body that spurred chills within leaving my
hairs standing in applaud. The crabs came out of their holes as if to peep if the sun was finally out,
then there it was. The sun tore into the sky with such glory, it moved so gently as though the sea
gave birth to it. The rays glistened on the sea and colored the sky with its warm yellowy orange
flavor. Its rays outstretched to touch all the ends of the world and it smiled back in reply. It’s been
a long while since I had a clear mind, just a moment to yourself, nothing else to worry about other
than how the sun will tan your skin, and just how dignified and uplifted you will be as you flaunt
how your melanin responds to such a true blessing. I had invested weeks awakening. Never really
awakening at the correct time to actually catch the sunrise. It was difficult yet it merited the
genuine significance of getting up just before dawn to catch it. The thrill of catching the sunrise
begins the day before, just a young hopeful soul that’s actually determined to wake up early. Not
until its true predicament of actually waking up strikes and every bone in your body cries in unison
to pull you back into the bed covers and engulf you in its warmth. Diani being voted to having one
of the best beaches stood true to its name


The sand, was as white as the photos and the water seemed to filter in the light letting out a clear
blue that’s simply picturesque. Come to think of it watching the sunset is rather cliché in
comparison to the sunrise, it has lots of people, very noisy. It’s easy to get a glimpse of the sun
setting but hardly do most people catch one of the sun rising. Either they missed it or are too busy
into their work and they simply don’t appreciate it. So when I finally woke up, rather for the
umpteenth time, to catch the sunrise my stars actually aligned perfectly to render a new
perspective for me. A gift that I never knew I would hold on to. Everyone is friendly in Diani and
the tuk tuk driver rather taken aback, that I would wake up early in the morning just to watch the
sunrise, took me to the nearest beach so that I wouldn’t miss it. I took off my shoes and started
running towards the ocean as the sky was beginning to color. I quickly set up my towel on the
beach and sat down and waited. Then there it was in its pomp and marvel. I sat there in silent for
a hot minute. The concept of time seemingly escaping me as I embraced this moment, thinking of
my future in reference to my present not forgetting what the past has taught me. The lessons that
have shaped me and groomed me. That moment couldn’t possibly be described any better just
experienced. So try it one day. Go to Diani just to catch that sunrise, I dare you!

Nothing like a nice long road trip, nothing like the calmness it brings to you. The air gets cooler and
fresher with each passing breath. The views and calmness naturally engrave in your mind like a soft
warm memory. It’s always something to look back to, to trace back to the way it made you feel. It must
have been the smooth rumbles of the van engine or the trees whizzing by but it slowly drifted me to my
own oblivion wishing each day could be just like this one.
On this most auspicious of days, we decided to head to Elmenteita. Like in true Kenyan fashion we had
to make quick stops in the course of our journey. We stopped for brunch and to take in the terrain from
the viewpoint until we finally made it to Kariandusi pre-historic site. The pre-historic site was discovered
by Archeologist Leaky who uncovered a camping site that was used by early man. He discovered that the
camping site held a vast arrangement of handheld tools that they used in their everyday lives. It was
noted that no bones were discovered as the Homo erectus threw away their dead to rot or to be eaten
away by other animals. Well, that sorts out the funeral costs doesn’t it.


The guide further explained how our early selves used these handheld tools to crush, cut and skin the
animals. This led him to show us one of the rocks that he called obsidian rock that was used to scrap and
skin. But we all know its dragon glass, he is just trying to be modest. We spent a reasonable time with
our ancestors and made it back to the van where we drove off to Lemon Valley. We played games in the
van, shouting and laughing our heads off as if we had receded as ten-year-old versions of ourselves. We
did know how to have fun; we might have just pioneered the name.
I believe there are no photos that do justice to the breathtaking scenery that is Lemon Valley. With
every turn and every gaze, you were met with tantalizing views. Be it the makeshift pirate ship, the
teacups made of tires or the tiny windmills on the side of the restaurant, it was like being in a real-life
fairytale. The owner, undoubtedly, had a sense of humor as the gardens had boards painted with puns
that were most definitely intended.
In particular, I was drawn to one of the boards next to the stables, God knows we all need one. We
made our way up the stairs but not without making a few stops just to get that picture perfect photo for
Instagram. It was a true sight and the warm rays of the sun ensured we didn’t miss the little specs that it
held. We all gathered at the restaurant and like kids in a candy store, our eyes were wide open with
excitement, jumping from one corner of the restaurant to the other, admiring the chalet. Everything
seemed to have its own story; the devil was definitely in the details. Every seat was inviting, coaxing you
to cozy up between the pillows and just throw your legs up and take a breather.


We had a scheduled guided valley tour with Mike, our lovely guide, who didn’t bat an eye to our wails as
we climbed the hill and navigated our way to the top. That view, that view from the top was totally
worth the hike. The topography seemed to roll into one green lush after the other as the lake reflected
back the sun rays drawing attention to itself.


We joined the rest, who chose to swim than to hike, at the restaurant for lunch after we descended
from the hill. As we made our meal orders we got into a really heated bean bag competition. It was the
men versus the ladies and it was brutal. Every man or lady for themselves and God for us all! We fought
and clawed and after all the fun and games, it was a landslide win for the ladies. Obviously.
Our meals were served hot and steamy and we all sat down for a delectable meal. I had my roast
chicken and baked potatoes overlooking the lake while the rest had mutton and ugali or rice served with
lamb. It was like eating on the clouds with a bonus view of the lake and that pleasant tinkling of the
wind chimes which dangled right above the telescope. You know that little dance you make after each
bite of tasty food. I think I did a whole number.
The staff that waited on us decided to turn up the stereo and boy did we dance. Most of us almost broke
our backs from trying to mimic the latest dance moves that the current generation sput out. We made
merry and no one wanted to leave. After several failed attempts to make us leave we complied and
went back to the vans reminiscing on such a great day that we had.