Thur 15th Oct 09

After a well earned lie in – the first since our departure some 10 days earlier, we were driven north to the exquisitely charming and other worldly serenity of Kilindi. As we stepped out of the vehicle and were handed vanilla scented ice cold towels to refresh our weary souls we looked at each other with a ‘this is what it is all about’ glint to our eyes.

From the reception area which overlooks the domed roofs that characterise Kilindi, we ascended to the walkways linking the individually designed Pavilions and were shown to a table on the shaded decking of the chic restaurant.

Russell, the Food and Beverages Manager, was behind his elegant bar with water cascading down a huge granite like slab forming the back wall which at this point I just wanted to hug (the wet wall, not Russell). Much to Tarquin’s delight the hotel was half full of Models on a Fashion shoot from Belgium. As I contemplated the scene of a mere mortal like myself in swimwear next to a model half my age & width, I ordered a burger, sunk a few full fat fizzy drinks and retired to the privacy of our own pavilion where i was revered as the true goddess I am !

After a siesta in our palacial size bed (the equivalent of 2 queen size beds) we joined the rest of the guests in the dining area for a dinner of slow roasted goat with orange & beetroot, pea & mint ravioli for Susie & Red Snapper for Tarquin, followed by a locally inspired pudding with a fresh ginger ice cream.

Kilindi, we love you.