Kizingo is not for everyone...


Be warned. Kizingo’s insidious charm is addictive. A few days here...perfecting the art of snoozing in a hammock, and you could end up beached on Lamu for good.

— Briain Jackman, for the Times

Kizingo does not have ...

Kizingo does have...

Television, video, dvd, computer games, jet skis, jet lag, telephones, a conference centre, retail display cabinets in Reception (in fact, it doesn’t even have a Reception), newspapers, a swimming pool, hassle, hurly-burly, hairdryers, quad bikes, loud or piped music, people who sell things on the beach, minibars, air conditioning, a single pretension, inflated prices, much of a profit motive, anything artificial…



wild, untouched beaches; sand that’s talcum powder fine; dry, equatorial heat made luxurious by whispering wind; sunsets so breathtaking they stretch credulity; a blessed near-total absence of mosquitoes; calmness but not stillness, because everything sways and dances to nature; wonderful local staff; a happy, hospitable atmosphere; the eclectic and often eccentric company of people you won’t meet at home; the divine freedom to do little or nothing, or to swim with dolphins, to witness a turtle laying her eggs, to do heroic battle with serious fish, to potter, to explore, to water-ski, to kite surf…