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A bar that serves alcohol and peace

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A bar that serves alcohol and peace


An alcoholic drink in a glass. FILE PHOTO | NMG

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Summary

  • The bar is open and mostly coastal and when you see it from the beach or inside the hotel it looks warm and cozy at night.
  • It’s not romantic, but it’s a place where romance can be had, especially if you sit on the edge of the terrace and say cheesy things.
  • Surprisingly, Travelers Beach is quite the hotel; charming and modern but with a rugged old soul.

I think I was a fish in my previous life. An inedible fish. Something with an ugly mouth and curvy things that look like whiskers. That’s the thought I had while sitting outside the Pwani Kofi Bar at the Travelers Beach Hotel and Club in Mombasa.

The hotel has many bars – like most large hotels on the coast – but I liked the Kofi bar the most. It overlooks the ocean and is probably the best place to hang out in the evening, with a drink in front of you, shirt unbuttoned halfway across your chest like a villain in a movie.

The waves lapped on the beach. Lovers on vacation paraded, hand in hand, under the dark and heavy sky, making memories.

The bar is open and mostly coastal and when you see it from the beach or inside the hotel it looks warm and cozy at night, a place you would want to experience with someone who knows your nickname of childhood. Someone you don’t need to reveal yourself to.

It’s not romantic, but it’s a place where romance can be had, especially if you sit on the edge of the terrace and say cheesy things like “Why do I feel like I don’t ever forget that moment?”

Surprisingly, Travelers Beach is quite the hotel; charming and modern but with a rugged old soul. The service was surprisingly quick. I say “surprisingly” because most large hotels are like elephants; they move slowly and breathe heavily.

I had something light to eat; white snapper and fries. I picked up the fries with my fingers and stared absently at a lighted ship anchored miles out in the ocean.

I briefly wondered about the crew and how far they were from home. I realized that the sweet feeling I had felt sitting there alone, feeling naughty, was peace.

I drank three whiskeys, the ice cubes melting rapidly in the nighttime heat of the coast. I saw two girls at the next table leaning over their father, an aging man in rigid khaki pants. The girls made him laugh. He looked like he was at peace too, his version of peace. The Pwani Kofi bar seemed like a place of peace.

I paid my bill and as I walked out I wondered if in his life the aging dad had ever wondered if he was a fish in his previous life.