It was a lovely morning at the hotel in Mombasa, a sprawling 1920s affair with some newer, more garish and rather vulgar buildings from the 1960s and 70s tacked on in the grounds.
The aura of Imperial opulence however was there and in spades, which the eager hordes of German, Israeli and Russian tourists gobbled up with gusto. The sun shone as the various quaint and antiquated Colonial practices such as afternoon tea and cake were played out in front of eager eyes waving their US Dollars.
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