Don’t go to Lamu with a plan. Just say ‘yes’ to what comes your way. Lamu House’s private dhow took me across the Indian Ocean bay to their beach club on Manda Island. I couldn’t believe my eyes at Manda’s coastline of summer houses, a floating nightclub that looked more like a raft from The Mosquito Coast, and listened to legends of movie stars, royalty and gossip from the Swahili men on the boat. When we landed at Manda the young boat captain carried me across the water to the white sand and sailed off back to Lamu.
I walked up to the Beach Club to find a smattering of Europeans starting their long day of chilling out with rosé, sunbathing and swimming. Owner Frank Feremans played head chef and delivered a 5 course gourmet fresh seafood meal. Expats and friends showed up throughout the day to join guests as the music extended into the evening.
The Manda coastline is an unbelievable spread of broad white sand and summer houses of the rich and shameless. After the feast I took a walk with new friends to gaze at the ridiculously beautiful architecture of abodes built for the purpose of pleasure. Returning to Lamu House in the evening we felt renewed from what Frank had brought together with his Sunday brunch beach party.