Bare Feet, Sand Stairs and Isolation to Suit a Prince
1 Dec 08
“When we landed at a dirt airstrip, there was just a single Land Rover waiting in the shade, which took us to Kiwayu Safari Village, a resort owned by an Italian family.
How else to judge their influence but by the food? Lunches were the classic Italian two-step of primi piatti and secondi like risotto with asparagus and cracked crab.
And dinners were definitely something to write home about. At the conch shell’s call, my wife, Courtenay, and I, along with another couple we were traveling with, were summoned to the lounge for seaweed tempura and mini raw oysters — gourmet hors d’oeuvres masquerading as bar snacks. We then walked to the beach, where we feasted on calamari and enormous skewered shrimp at a candle-lit table planted in the sand. The sky was wallpapered with stars, all the way down to the horizon. (After dinner, we were presented with the only hunk of Taleggio I have seen on the continent.) ”
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