The person behind #RwB
Hello,
I'm Bibi.
“I don’t collect souvenirs.
I collect mornings.”
“I don’t collect souvenirs.
I collect mornings.”
It started with a notebook. Not a blog, not an Instagram grid — just a worn-out notebook I carried everywhere, filling pages with details I didn’t want to forget. The smell of a particular lodge at dusk. The exact shade of a lake at 6am. The waiter who remembered my coffee order on the second morning without being asked.
“I realised I wasn’t writing reviews. I was writing letters to people who hadn’t been there yet.”
Kenya kept surprising me. Not in the way of dramatic firsts — but in the quiet, persistent way of a place that rewards attention. A spa resort beside a boiling lake. A bush lodge where the giraffe comes to you. A century-old inn where they still serve trout from the river on the grounds.
So I started writing it down properly. #RwB is that notebook, made public. Every entry written the way I’d tell a friend about a place — honestly, specifically, and always with the detail that made it worth remembering.
Thank you for being here. Genuinely. Every person who reads this journal is someone I picture sitting across from me at a hotel breakfast, asking “was it worth it?” — and me leaning forward to tell them exactly why it was.
I’ll keep going to places and writing them down honestly. All I ask is that you go somewhere beautiful, and when you get back, tell someone about it. That’s all travel really is — a story you carry home.
