15-03-2012 by Freddie del Curatolo
As if it were the sexual performance of an aging playboy, one feared a vertical collapse.
"One, but done well", one hopes at a certain age.
Malindi, which this year has in any case lowered the average age of its visitors, knows a thing or two about middle age and could not avoid the collapse that the economic crisis in the western world has accentuated.
From Christmas to Epiphany, the North Coast has been marching at record levels, and if this were the case for at least four months of the year, we would all be millionaires. Instead it's the usual fifteen days of glory (a bit like Andy Warhol's fifteen minutes) that make us dream and then leave us on a white beach, seduced and abandoned like a tourist in love with a beach boy.
Those who enjoy it, from this week onwards, are the semi-residents: mythological creatures who are half tourist and half nabob.
Happy are they, who are once again able to park in front of the bars and shops, who finally pay for their fish as they do for the rest of the year, who can easily find a sunbed on the beach, pizza during the first half hour of their stay in a restaurant, and many other "facilities" that are denied to them during the fateful fortnight of high season. Not to mention the historical, ancient, paleolithic residents.
The pieces of Italian archaeology in Malindi can't wait for the thousands of Christmas compatriots to disappear from their sight.
And the great thing is that many still work and survive because of them!
It is well known that Malindi (with the Watamu and Mambrui satellites, which have recently been boasting of revolving in their own orbits) is a strange place, dare we say "different from all the others".
So the short period in which it takes hay to allow itself a hibernation worthy of the Canadian mole, becomes one of the few reasons for stress in an African life in the tepid slow motion of the Kenyan coast.
Someone warns: "it's always too short, hard times will come", but he has to play the role of Kenyan Cassandra and no one takes any notice of him.
Also because if the hard times are doing nothing in the shade of a palm tree, going to the beach and diving into the Indian Ocean and eating a portion of sima (polenta) with a vegetable sauce for 20 euro cents... let's forget the western crisis... let these hard times come, karibu!
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