Africa, My Passion

MOMBASA

After my daughter reluctantly takes her leave, Klaus and I have a week of intensive work to do back here in Nairobi. I want to go back and see the slum-dwellers with their ‘Gardens in a Sack’, as well as the Jamii Bora women, just to find out how they’ve all got on in the five months since I last saw them. After that we’re going to fly down to Mombasa where I hope to find Priscilla. I’ve never been able to forgive myself for not getting back in touch with the woman to whom I owe so much. On the last trip to Kenya I couldn’t get in touch with her. But this time I’m determined to make sure I do. I devote an entire week to finding her. I would really like to meet up with her again, and tie up that loose end.
It is only a short flight from Nairobi to Mombasa, but immediately the atmosphere is different. The air is sultry and tastes of the sea. It’s a tropical air and it immediately makes me think I’ve come