I pat my hair dry and comb it into what I consider to be the most respectable form that I’m ever going to achieve with my unruly hair. However it looks, at least it smells good – of patchouli and citrus fruit – and my shower gel, infused with vanilla, offsets it nicely.
Little sighs followed my keen gaze as our dhow set off from Osieko beach in Kenya. We were headed for the Lulwe archipelago on the Ugandan side of Lake Victoria. My heart was thumping so loudly that I was sure the two canaries above us would soon be dancing to its tune.
The bright green squeak and crack as the leaf is pulled from its staunch stalk never leaves me indifferent, especially when it’s being done in the name of a meal which I’m about to enjoy. The house was surrounded by them, so we never cooked too little.
Cold drink in one hand, blazing sun intoxicating the other, the sweet, soothing rocking of the water under me, and all I could think of was diving in. The grey-blue tranquility surrounding me for miles looked so inviting and delectably cool that I knew as soon as we switched the engine of the boat off, I was going to jump straight into Lake Victoria.