In Malindi is aging well, no doubt about it.
In this large oak casks conditioned Indian Ocean, south of the prestigious wine cellar "Kenya", acclaimed for its wild and sweet and sour taste of its products, flavors backdated the labels adventure and the endless choice of bouquet, continue to mature in human years would go to Italy already from time to vinegar.
Similarly, we should remember, there are also several "great reservations" of vinegar that attempt the adventure of "balsamic African", but often remain just good to disinfect the wounds of the soul, heart or one of the few points where the sun beats.
Malindi, divine place, indeed of wine, if we want to continue the metaphor. Once
Italian pensioners, to winter and then move to more months of the year, chose places less exotic and closer, trusting in the most economically prudent choice and better services. So for the Milanese was Rapallo, for Turin Pietra Ligure, Forte dei Marmi for Florentines or Cecina, on the Shores Ravenna Bologna, for the Romans a bit 'where it happened (and where not caught them after three days) and so on .
purchased prefabricated for a few handfuls of millions, and winter were full of mold, cat or drug addicts. The lucky ones will even find cats drug moldy. In the summer, impassable, including mosquitoes as big as hang gliders and roaring dancing under the house, the climate mild in winter but not prevent heating or chimney.
activities through service, the hospitals made worse, the native people on vacation or in hibernation and the prices higher and higher here than in the past twenty years these places for the elderly more or less Arzilli have lost their appeal. Thus, pole pole as you would expect, has been widely Africa.
Malindi: Third World for the elderly. The first time, of course, a tourist village. Holiday
strictly off-season to take advantage of the all-inclusive from € 500 per week, including also the plane! At first it was better to specify, because up to half of Kenya eighties was a destination for the elite, and in agencies with 500 thousand pounds made you see the brochure, a documentary feel and the smell of a fart cheetah vacuum to enter the "climax", but charter flights ...
the happy couple arrives today in sixty-five beautiful hotel by the sea. That matter to them of algae? Both the swim did not even Santa Marinella or Alassio. A beautiful swimming pool, relaxing and comfortable that ... yes, that one touch and you can put the arm on the board to receive a non-alcoholic fruit cocktail from a waiter or receive a beam by the animator rasta, distracted and jumpy. It's a little 'too hot but the bones of a certain age prefer the warmth to coolness, mosquitoes are a false problem, because the blood of one who has breathed for more than half a century of Italian cities, smog, sucks to them.
Kenya is all positive, and not only serum! The couple, enthusiastic, is approached by an Italian seller (fake) young, (fake) and dynamic (real) Paraculo showing their many other advantages of living in Malindi. The butler at 70 € a month, cook to 100 € a month, the caretaker at € 120 per month plus extra for her husband, the driver a 140 euro per month plus extra for his wife. In most sellers of houses, from the late nineties, have to thank an added element, not the drop in prices of shingles and even the importation of Chinese economic health. The element added to sell more homes is small, small, small ... three inches of blue pastiglietta. Since then, somehow, the husbands go much more to the final destination of Kenya. The first time bring the wife in the safari, the tire with boat trips, with walks on the beach, sign up to golf, send to the market to choose your own fruit and wicker baskets, to sunbathe or to Rosada Marine Park every day ... hope to wear out and put her to sleep early in the evening and then come out and go dancing sideways at the fermenter. Result: the elderly ladies thrive tan, meet people, learn the language, understand the life and times in Africa. They live a new season and contract the sickness Africa.
Husbands swell of beer, have dark circles from clubbers, lost behind girls who make them suffer like they were young and contract drainage (if things go well ...).
Imagine the scene: the husband returns home at six in the morning, after drinking to wait for the occasional girlfriend who is lingering on dancing until late. He fell asleep on her breast ebony and did nothing in return had taken the pill and was kicked out of his room rent. His wife, meanwhile, is already awake and perky, is eating pineapple and mango and is preparing for the morning jog in the company of Katana, his personal trainer. The report sees strepennato like Jack Nicholson in Witches of Eastwick and stuff with a swelling between his legs that he had never seen.
"Egino ... but where have you been ... what happened to you ... you made me feel worried ... but ... have you got in your pants?"
"Forget it ... ... a serataccia a scorpion has stung me, I was taken to hospital in a state of semincoscienza ... but I never said that you're still a beautiful woman ... come here, my lioness of Africa! "
" Eh ... but I have to say ... go for a run, dear, then at nine I have braids hairdresser. "
not always the harmony of the pair is enhanced in this way to Malindi, there are those who do not cultivate ambitions "sentimental" and prefers an intense intellectual activity: Party for the purpose, gossip at the bar, happy dissertations on catheters, departments and ungrateful children, as in the best Italian traditions. There are those who insist that in Malindi infrastructure is lacking, that the local population is not committed enough to the economic development that tourists do not come because they lack the services ... the truth is that time passes and residents of older, retired time today is already over eighty and need entertainment ... with the other arrivals "gerontokenya" could become a business! Little would be enough to fill even more Malindi, a local nurse bell'ospizio with provocative skirt and Damon stalwart company, a couple of bowls with Kazungu that moves the mouth, the tusker instead of foam and the burp free, a restaurant with menu broths digestive crocodile and purgatives to papaya samosa, a park with benches and a fountain in the middle, a beautiful tabloid type Malindi 3000 "to comment, and a modern, elegant tropical cemetery where his book with the inscription in soapstone bust in its pure ebony.
So yes that would be to Malindi we've always dreamed of for our future.
A huge, lush, equatorial Arzilla Villa nursing home.
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