Watamu feels real. It’s a small beach town, sure, but it buzzes with an untamed energy. Winding roads weave through lush mangroves, little street-side stalls, and a coastline dotted with dhows—those traditional wooden boats. Watamu makes you forget that cities even exist. It’s an invitation to a slower pace, a wilder routine, a life where work and play bleed into each other as naturally as the sea meeting the shore.