Approximately 3 hours from 'airport of Mombasa car, near Malindi (alas city famous above all for the luxurious resort of Briatore), there is the town of Watamu; there he lives "pole pole" or "plan" plan, there are no timetables to be respected, no runs, everything flows easily and you learn to live with boredom. Yet confusion reigns: tuk-tuk (local taxis) trumpeting and overtake each other, motorcycles (the bajaj) carrying four passengers, mothers wash clothes in the street and barefoot boys who walk kilometers to go to school or take the 'water from the well, we are in Africa and everything is possible!
As soon as you get in any tourist village on the coast, the first action that comes to mind is that of don their swimsuits and take a swim in the sea, because it is not in a sea any: he is facing the Indian Ocean, offering stars marine giants, puffer fish, dolphins, sharks and kilometers of coral reef stretches. But the real Africa is not one that you live within the village ... Simply by mounting on a tuk-tuk or a bajaj you can venture into the local villages where you can enjoy genuine African climate; in fact there are open-air markets where they sell everything: food, animals, clothes and objects of any kind. All the 'environment is immersed in the rowdiness of children. It 's wonderful to see their eyes shine! Despite all the problems, they are always happy; if there is something that you learn in Africa is that the smile is never lost, here it is difficult to see someone sad, everywhere you look. When you go to visit them at one of their orphanages they greet you with hugs and smiles that you remain in your heart! They have only one to offer, they who in life had nothing, neither a house nor games, nor food, in addition to the misfortune of being orphaned and sometimes even disabled ... And when you get to play with some of them running limbless understand that a force of exceptional will. All I beg to remain to "eat" with them, sharing what little food they have just because you consider the "most important luck" happened to them who knows how long ... And then you think that the "world" that you left home and you thought was the best, it's really just a small corner of the Earth where there reigns the happiness that instead there is in Africa despite the misery. And so you think that the "different" is you and perhaps less fortunate, beyond prejudices.

An 'experience in Africa calls for many reflections, and when you take the plane to go home, it is pervaded by the "melancholy" that most commonly is called "Africa sickness"; no matter how many souvenirs have carried him away, no matter how many pictures you have taken in this beautiful continent and continues to riguardartele to alleviate the nostalgia, you will not matter even how many trips to other places in the world do, because Africa now has infected you and l ' only medicine is back again.