After three months in Ethiopia (https://instagram.com/joshuakristal/) I was in bad need of some beach time. Diani Beach, which is two hours from Mombassa, Kenya on the Indian Ocean was bucolic, relaxing, affordable and the scuba and snorkeling was damn good. It was working as I could feel my brain sinking into a more relaxed state but my cerebral decompression time was cut short by a poor mans safari I took in the Tsavo West National Park. I stayed at a unique lodge that was about 40 feet in the air and, as they provided water for the animals, it was more like staying in a zoo. Zebras, elephants, water buffalo and monkeys all made their way to the lobby area to drink and jostle.
While scuba diving I had a bit of a panic and slammed my hand down on some coral. It started to bleed instantly and now, about a month later it is healing, rather slowly and still itchy. Coral is crazy business. Not as crazy though as the site of older European obese women with hot, muscular young African men strolling hand and hand on the beach. So great to see, stoked for them. (This movie chronicled this phenomena native to Kenya.)