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Why I love Lamu! #1 yoga festival worth traveling too
The call from the mosque gently draws me from a sweet sleep. The voice of the muezzin so full of emotion that my skin instantly covers in goosebumps even though the air is already balmy and warm. The clock says 5am, the moonless sky is indigo blue, the stars like tiny holes in a heavy nighttime curtain. I decide since I am awake to attend the early morning beach yoga. I descend from the rooftop of Jua House where I am staying, wrap a sarong modestly over my shoulders and weav