I'm so sorry for the inactive posts, ik i said i would post more often but honestly school this past month has been so hectic, but now that I'm almost done with school i will have a lot more time to blog here about my experiences to you.

so this story that I'm about to tell you takes place on an island outside of kenya called "lamu", some of you may know of it, since its pretty famous... first a bunch of countries put up travel restrictions to it, and then later on a couple got kidnapped by somali pirates from this island, so you could call it "famous" but not for the right reason, when you hear lamu on the radio or in the news this is all that they tell you about it, how dangerous it is and reasons why you shouldn't go there, but all thats fake, its just a stereotypical cover, i mean yes there was ONE kidnapping there, but can anyone name a place where something bad hasn't happened???? exactly. a lot of people don't actually know how it is in kenya, so its easy to just put up a title and make kenya seem like such a dangerous country, and usually people inside kenya can realize that its only fake headlines or overexageratted, but with lamu it affected the country a and not just other opinions. business in lamu quickly dropped and some countries even changed their travel restrictions from just lamu to the whole of kenya.

throughout the whole of this crisis going on with lamu me and my family still travelled their all the time, even though ¨ sweden had travel restrictions there aswell. lamu was like our 3rd home (sweden and kenya being 1st and 2nd) and we weren't gonna give it up because of some fake rumors. no matter what the public eye said about it being unsafe, if you actually go there, you will see how different it is from how they explain it, its one of the places where i feel the safest in all of kenya, when I'm in lamu i get to roam the streets by myself, go out when i want, take control, while in other parts of kenya, you need guards and drivers to be allowed to do that stuff. when I'm in lamu i feel so free.

lamu is built very beautifully, theres a small town along the coastline and then the rest of the island has huge sand dunes, the houses are but in a swahili style and are very open, usually white with some kind of coral, they are very tall and have small passages made out of sand in-between each house. along the streets there are small shops but on the actual streets you will see lots of donkeys walking around, and the people, the people on lamu island are some of the most caring loving people you will meet, my first time being in lamu was in 2010, we came back lots of times in-between these time periods, but in 2015 when we came to visit again, a boat guide that we had our first time we were there (2010) remembered us again, after 5 years, and it might seem like he just said that but later we checked photos and it was the same guy. thats crazy. one of our close friends owns a hotel on lamu called peponi hotel, so when we go to lamu we usually stay there, but the shocking thing is that after we stayed at peponi hotel for the first time we found out that the dog they had there was our dogs( back in nairobis) brother, and thats how we started getting close with the owners. through them we found out that the business was dropping quick when the media posted these stuff about lamu, even though lots of families including us still travelled there, it was in deep trouble. around 2 years ago the business has finally started going back to its average speed.

the fact that news can make stories so twisted and unreliable is sick, anything that happens in africa, you get immediate travel restrictions, and if something happens in europe, they try to increase the tourism, they way the news project different countries its so fake that they only way you can really trust something is if you go there and check it out yourself. the truth about lamu is that ONE bad thing has happened and it didn't even happen by lamu, it happened a couple hundred km away from the coast of lamu.

lamu is and forever will be a part of my home, and that is the truth.


(in the pictures above you can some of the photos i have from lamu island, at the top of the page some pictures of the beach and our boat guide and at the bottom some mixed pictures of the houses and hotels, the streets and donkeys, and again the beach and cthe classic lamu sailing boat)

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, Hey, im back again with my 2nd entry now, hope you guys liked the first one and im gonna try to update my blog more frequently, i promise!

today im in the mood for A Throwback story , its raining outside so there nothing much to do , exept to write of course. this story brings us all they way back to when i was just an 8 years old girl back in 2011, and before i start telling you my story, just saying you can thank me already for my family being alive, im pretty much a hero.

we were staying at one of our favorite safari camps , naibor, as its called, and as i remember it this was our first safari in the masai mara. i was really exited to be there but at the same time scared as hellllll!!! one of the first things they tell you when you come to a safari camp is the safety rules, and that started with "don't leave the camp boundaries by yourself, never walk alone at night ( always have a masai with you), always bring a flashlight, check through the tent windows before opening the tents, etc etc" wouldn't that freak you out aswell???, hearing it for the first time spooked me up, making me think that around each corner there would be a lion ready to jump me or a hippo about to trampleme , but after awhile you realize its just the basic safety rules you need to know.

we were staying in the masai mara for 4 days, and on the 2nd day there we decide to bring breakfast with us out into the savannah, we would go on our morning drive and then later stop somewhere for breakfast. we woke up at 5:30 am and put on our warm clothes since in the mornings it can easily be under 10 degrees. there something special about being the first ones out in the park, you see the sun come up, the animals are back on watch , as its in the mornings when most the hunts happen and then in the afternoon the predators go back into the shadow to rest,

there is just another feeling in the morning drives, its more alive.

when going on a safari i think your aim is always to see the big 5 (lion,buffalo,elephant,leopard, and rhino) but its rarely that you will see all of them, especially the rhino and leopard, but for us on our first safari after the first 2 hours we had already seen everything except the king of it all, the one and only mighty lion, but we decided to find a nice place to eat breakfast and then continue looking after we had eaten. our guide had recommended a spot for us to eat at, so we started driving towards it, but when we were around 100m away from where he said we were gonna be eating, i swear on my life i saw a lion, i shouted lion and we stopped the car but as soon as we did, it was gone. i tried convincing my parents and the guide that i saw a lion but no one believed me since it had just vanished, witch was really strange. i started thinking that it was just me hallucinating, but still a small part of me knew that there was a lion there. 2 sec later and we were already at our picnic site, my parents and our guide started packing up the chairs and tables and brining out all the food, but right before i was gonna get out of the car a thought hit me, "NO", i sat back down in my chair and refused to get out of the car, i had gotten my mind set up on that a lion would jump out of the bushes behind us and kill us all, so my little 8 year old self made everyone pack everything up and get back into the car (bossy??), when everyone had gotten back into the car i explained to them exactly why i didn't want to die , (the new toys were coming out next week, of course i had to be alive then!!), and then made us drive back to where i last saw the lion.

we came back and there was no lion there, but it didn't make sense, how could it disappear so quickly, i told them that we should take a quick route through the picnic site and THEN i would believe that there wasn't a lion . we drove around the trees and the plains not finding any lions, but then as we were gonna round the last group of bushes, we turned a corner and BAM!!!!, there it was. one huge male lion with two females aswell as cubs. "I TOLD YOU" i *whispered as loud as you can whisper when trying to still be quiet since my excitement came over me. I HAD JUST SEEN MY FIRST EVER LION, and low key low key saved my whole family, but most importantly, MY FIRST EVER LION WAS STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO ME!! i went around for the next few weeks thinking i was a hero and had magical powers to spot lions, later those thoughts faded as more and more of my friends started experiencing around the same things, but at least it lasted while it did....

The rain is starting to clear up and i think I'm gonna go out to get some fresh air, i hope my blogger fans like my posts and if you have any comments or suggestions, just write them down bellow. this was anyways one of my favorite memories from this one long journey i have had so far, but this story has to end now so, like always, untill next timmeeeeee, im out

-lots of love, F.armtoft

(The picture of the lion in the middle was one of the newborn cubs that my brother got to name "simba" and we are currently watching him grow up)



hellllloooo again, or not really again since this is my first post but eventually it will be again. just wanted to start of my first post as a little backstory of me and my life, so you get to know me aswell and not only my stories, so lets begin!

when i was 7 years old, my dad suddenly got a change of work making us have to move to kenya, thats right kenya as in africa, africa as in a Place a small 7 year old girl knew nothing about. my first thoughts were happy since the first thing i thought about when i thought about kenya, was giraffes, lions, zebras, and elephants, but then the second thoughts hit me, and that was that i would be living in the slum. if i Think back about it now, how could i ever have just thought that as soon as you move to "africa" you live in the"slum" like wtf???, but as a 7 year old girl,that had never been anywhere in africa, this made perfect sence to me.

my flight landed at jome kenyata Airport in nairobi early on the 27th of september, we had landed at Amsterdams Airport Before we landed in kenya, and coming from Amsterdams Airport to Kenyas Airport, um what could you say, it was "a bit " of a downgrade, but the heat in kenya made up for it. we walked outside where we meet our driver "ephantus" but i called him "elephant" for the first 6 months, i dont Think he minded it, but when i finally learnt how to say his real name, my was i proud of it.in kenya you usally have people who help you with the house, so we had 2 gaurds, dan and Edward, our driver ephantus, our househelp/Cook Adelina, our gardener Moukoria and Adelinas and Moukorias son, Amon. its not usual that you have a married family helping with the house, but we liked it better like this, because then they just became a part of our family. Amon was 4 years old when we first came to kenya, me being 7 and my brother being 9, we all immidiatly became bestfreinds. it was never hard to have fun with amon, you would just walk out into the garden and do anything, he became our Little brother in such a Quick time, they were all just like family to us.

this is just a short story as an intro to my blog, but for everyone who reads this i want them to know who my family is. we lived together for 6 years and through these 6 years they even got a 2nd Child. Malin was born almost two years ago during the summer, they told us if it was a boy they would name it after my grandpa but since it was a girl they named it malin, they wanted to have a Swedish name since they felt like they were partley Swedish. moving away from them and back to sweden is probobly one of the hardest things i have done, it was basically like getting a divorce in a way, your family getting split up. when we moved amon was almost 11, i was almost 13, and my brother was almost 15, all of us being born in febuary (12th, 16th, and 24th), malin had become like my Little sister and i was like a big sister to both amon and malin. its a strange thing how people you hang out with and are with every single day, suddenly just diseapear out of your life. every day when i came home from school and in the morning i would see them, and now i possibly get to see all of them once a year. thats not how its supposed to be, is it?, these people played such a big part of my life and my childhood, aswell as i did for them, and now its gone?? but maybe thats just how life works sometimes, but no matter what they are stilll my family and nothing would change that. i was probobly the closest to adelina, she was basically like a 2nd mother to me, i grew up with her, all of them will always be my familia yangu, as you say in swahili, my family.

when i started writting i didnt think this would be my first entry, but as i wrote it became it, and i feel like you guys deserve to know my family not just my journey, so untill next timmeeeeeee, im out.

- f.armtoft (oh and if you still dont know what the title means, google translate it from swahili)