Monday, May 30, 2011

Friends Along the Path

Within a short time, I was amongst friends again. It is amazing how when you travel, you can make friends at the drop of a hat. Your backpack alone gives you that first thing in common. The road erases your differences and you embrace people for their smiles alone.  It still amazed me though; that ease of friendships formed. Back home, you can pass a million faces and not look at any of them. Or worse, not talk to anyone for fear of the what ifs and the dreaded maybes that could harm you from the “strangers” that filled the world. As I ambled along though, all those strangers were friends that I just hadn’t met yet. I was ready and keen to meet them all.
The newest friends in my roster were Stuart and Rob. I met Rob in Malindi. After my long and uneventful night bus from Nairobi to Mombasa, I quickly moved along to Malindi. The plan was to explore Mombasa later on my way back through town. For now, I was headed  North on my adventures.
In the pleasant town of Malindi, I met Rob at the hostel where I stayed. Over the two days that I explored the coastal town, I got to know Rob a little bit. He was a quiet sort that had a bit of a weird feeling to him, but we discovered that we were both headed to Lamu, so decided to join forces along the way. Heck, we are all weird in our own ways and being a traveller made anyone alright in my books. Despite our differences, we were still on the same path.
So waving goodbye to Malindi, Rob and I climbed on board the bus to Lamu. It stopped on the side of the highway to pick up us dusty travellers, then we were off again. We found a seat and right ahead of us was Stuart, another backpacker. He was travelling alone from Mombasa, also headed to Lamu. We got to talking and figured that perhaps sharing a room between the three of us would help to stretch our traveller’s dollars a little further.  
Once it was decided, we all got to know each other a little bit better. Stuart was much more dynamic than Rob and we instantly clicked. We had similar taste in music, food and conversation flowed between us like water. By the time the bus pulled up to the ferry dock, I felt like I had known him for years. Rob, Stuart and I laughed and joked waiting for the ferry that would take us across to the island. I was excited to get to know another new place with my new friends. While it wasn’t a long crossing, by the time we reached the other side and landed on the vehicle-less island, I knew that my travelling companions were a good match for this new adventure. Lamu shimmered in front of us, like an oasis ripe for exploring. I faced it smiling. 

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Drip, drip, drip...

I can
not remember
a day that it hasn't
rained in the last weeks.
Every day. Maybe not all day,
but at some point every
Single day a little
bit more
rain
has
fallen…




and that my friends is a soggy 160 for Monkey Man's Sunday 160. Hope you had a sunny weekend!

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Saturday's Email of the Week: When I am Rich

Saturday's Email of the Week
If it would ever stop raining here then maybe the lawn mowers could roll back out into the yard again. The grass is certainly happily growing, but soggy is the best way to describe my world this week. Sunshine is forecast for the day though, so I shall plan to soak up those rays this weekend (in between my children's busy social calendar - 2 birthday parties this weekend!)

Wishing you sunshine in your part of the world!

***

Turf Rolls on the Rock ...

Two Newfies were waiting at the bus stop when a truck went past loaded up with rolls of turf. 
Jimmy said, Im gonna do dat when I win da lottery.
 
What's dat den? asks Mikey.
 
Send me lawn away to be mowed."
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Thursday, May 26, 2011

The Battlefield


Creeping Charlie (weed)
Charlie
Why is it that you put on this show
for me?
Like you have some worth
with that purple hue
hmph...

Just creep 
back under the fence 
from whence you came
and trail
your damn roots 
with you

You are not welcome here.
 your showy ways
do not impress me -
nay, remind me 
that I stand no chance
against your onslaught.

I pluck 
and pull
grind dirt in toil
yet find o'ernight
you've slipped in 
another mile!

Ack, lost am I
on battlefield,
but next warpath 
I won't concede
to this other weed!
Into Jelly with thee!

Dandelions

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

An Offering


You are not alone
- not walking with silent steps.
I hear and catch tears 
falling behind those scarred hands,
then offer them to the rain
~


I am also going to link in a very late entry
to One Shot Wednesday

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