#but he's basically wearing a tshirt and trousers right? then hes got on these weird white and orange lacy high heels boots

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Honestly this outfit is a little ugly but I kinda like the fish tail and the fact that for once he is not wearing gloves. Finally I can see his bare hands on the homescreen.

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Day 45

Tues 18th Feb

Watamu Beach

Phil woke up for a run but didn't bother trying very hard to make me join him which I was thrilled about to be frank. I saw outside looking scorching already so was a definite no. Glad he didn’t waste any of his valuable energy. He managed to run 8km but got so hot that he sensibly stopped and boda'd back. He went straight to the hotels quiet pool (ie. no people at all) in search of an instant cooldown and messaged me to come join him. Was a nice start to the day to have a little swim first off.

We went to the restaurant for breakfast and had our usual, but the waitress told us to enjoy the fruit and juice for no extra money. Now THAT is my kinda service mate. 

A bloke in a vest with gold chains and jewellery heard us talking about football and we started chatting to Barry from Cheshunt. He was a pleasant enough bloke and I think Phil in particular enjoyed talking to another human other than me. Barry lived in Cyprus and was over in Kenya to visit a recent girlfriend he’d acquired. A few days ago however, she’d had to leave unexpectedly due to a ‘problem at home’ - though Barry wasn’t 100% sure if this was true or not.

We went to hang out at the pool and Barry arrived shortly after. As we sat round our pool, Phil chat away to Barry and I did some blogging and messaging. Then I got a call from Joanna which was GREAT 😆 as we had a lovely chat for an hour. I always love speaking to Joanna, we just don’t do it often enough cos ya know, life.

We (as in me and Phil, not Barry) went for a little wander to the village street to see it in the daytime and get more water (beer) and there were actually quite a few nice little shops. The problem is that everyone majorly hassles you in Watamu, to the point where you don’t want to go in ANY of the shops. They all shout ‘Welcome Welcome, looking is free, come in, where are you from, Welcome WELCOME’. So you wear your shades and hat and nod and smile while walking past as fast as the heat allows.

We did see some nice shorts hung up though and Phil showed some interest (OMG HIS BIRTHDAY WAS FAST APPROACHING AND I’D ORGANISED NOTHING) so we popped in. The bloke had a sewing machine and said he could make them to order. BINGO! He measured Phil up and I said Let me speak to them, so Phil went wandering down the road.

I managed to finally pick two pieces of material I liked and ordered TWO pairs of shorts for 14$ total. WHAT A BARGAIN. Fingers crossed they’d be nice the next day and fingers crossed they’d fit him. I gave the guy our Kenyan number but told him not to call it as it was Phil’s. Wasn’t sure if he’d understood...bit of a risk...so told him again not to call as I would be there after 2pm the next day.

I walked out and told Phil that they weren’t able to help us as it would take at least 3 days. He obviously didn’t believe me but its fun to play the game init 🤪.

(Don’t worry, he’s so behind on the blog that by the time he reads this he’ll be 36).

We had an ice cream in the LP recommended place and 1 scoop was 170sh. So I asked how much 2 scoops were. He said double. Sorry, but EVERYONE KNOWS the rules of scoop ice cream are that the 2nd scoop is cheaper, that is just stupid business. I mentioned this to the server who looked at me like I was crazy and was like Ok thanks what flavour do you want. Not sure he’s going to mention my advice to the bus. Also a weird thing happened when I went outside to sit down as a cute little 3/4 year old was sat there with her mum waiting for food, but she had a KNIFE in her hand that was obviously meant for people who’d be eating, and she was playing with it and it was resting on her shoulder against her neck!! I quickly said Oh you have a knife against your neck! Be careful!. At which point the mum took the knife away and didn’t say a word to me, then eviled me across the cafe while I ate my ice cream 🤨.

Anyway, Phil had agreed a dinner date with Barry and as much as I didn’t want to crush their bromance, I was hungry so went along with them. We got a tuc tuc at 5pm nice an early and went to Ocean Sports resort. It sounds shite but is actually quite a posh place which I think attracts a lot of people mad into sea fishing. I thought this because a few small boats docked the beach with MASSIVE fish, one of which was a black marlin apparently, and all the men around the fish were white fluffy haired board shorts type guys around 40-75 years old wearing fishing tshirts and flip flops and staring at the fish and having their pics taken with it. Definitely felt like we were crashing some sort of fishing holiday convention.

It obviously inspired Phil though and he ordered fish & chips, same as his boyfriend Barry. So cute. I ordered potato and leek soup, but thank goooooooness they bought out free bread and Phil gave me a mini plate of his f&c or I may have actually withered away. And then the waiter provided us with complimentary little battered fish bites that basically became mine (he must have looked at my skinny frame and thought I looked super staaaarving) so I somehow managed to be full from just a soup.

Phil on the other hand was hungry by the time we left at 9pm and we went straight to the restaurants in the street near our hotel where Phil ordered a Swahili vege biryani to takeaway. I got distracted by the shop next door that had a great pair of giraffe trousers hanging up and ended up inside teaching 3 blokes about equal rights and trying to explain to them why I was 33 but still CHOOSING to be unmarried and childless. Their minds were blown. But I explained that most people do what everyone tells them they need to do without even stopping to think if its what they want to do and what they believe in, and they seemed to sort of take this on board.

We hit a particular low point when one of them said ‘But you are weak as women are weak. It says in the bible’ and I wondered why I bothered with these chats. But another one said I explained everything very well and asked if I was a teacher which I took as a big compliment. So hey, you win some you lose some. At least it (hopefully) made them think even if it was for 10 seconds.