Day 1 in Sella White h– What Struck Me Most Wasn’t the Ancient Streets

✈️ 6:00 AM – Dragged myself onto a 1-hour flight from Nairobi to Lamu, arriving at an airport so small, the baggage claim was basically "hey, that’s my backpack!" 🚤 Boat Drama 101 Taxi guy: "500 bob to Lamu!" Me: "Nah, I’ll take the 20-bob ferry." Him, sprinting after me: "FINE, 200! (I’m impatient!)" Regret level: ☀️🔥 When I realized his "boat" was just a plank with zero shade. RIP, my sunscreen. 🕌 Wandering Lamu’s Maze "Friendly" locals: "Brother, come see this very close thing!" (Spoiler: It was not close.) My tactic: "Leave me alone." → Cue the guilt trip → "Have a nice day!" ✌️ The exception: A wise Arabic teacher who: ☕ Spilled Lamu’s history over 3-hour coffee at Lamu Fort ♟️ Taught me Bao (that two-row hole game!) 📚 Almost got me to donate books (Nice try, sir.) 🏖️ Shela Beach Vibes Tuk-tuk ride at sunset to Shela (where all the mzungus hide) Sella White House: $23 for a whole 3-floor mansion?! (Off-season perks!) Beach stroll: Miles of sand, zero humans, just: 🌅 A German guy I kept bumping into ("Snorkel tomorrow? Split the boat?" → Yes!) 🏰 A crumbling fort glowing in dusk—perfectly lonely 🌌 Nightcap: Rooftop Stars Lying on the terrace, counting satellites instead of sheep Realizing: Lamu’s magic isn’t the 14th-century streets—it’s the "Jambo-and-walk-away" kindness you never get in Dar or Mombasa. #Lamu #Kenya #SoloTravel #NoTouristsJustVibes