Oldie, kwiinya ni shida tupu.
There are good things like you mentioned but there are more mbad things that outweigh the ngood. That country if you ask me is a shithole. You're ndealing with primitivos left right and center. Mara there is no water, sinjui sitima zimepotea, you are constantly evading suicidal motorists, porice everywhere wanting to extract chai.
That fresh water you are yapping about is contaminated with fecal matter, ni vile no one has tested it. Boreholes are side by side with septic tanks, run off water in mashinani iko na kinyesi. What you call organic has been ngrown with fertilizer and chemicals. In kwiinya, small scale farmers and peasants are not organic farmers
Yues is paradise, we have everything you have and more except the good weather. If you have maney come I show you good praces to retire right here in the yues. Kwiinya is for safari and adventure when you want to experience vumbi and kidogo hardship.

This debate has been had miaka nenda miaka rudi since the early hallaceebee days
In fact I used to be on your side of the debate for the first ten years in Yues

But age and time mellows most of us
Yues ni stress blo. Honest peepo can at least admit to that.
The beauty of Kwiinya is that it's like the American Wild Wild West when Cali was experiencing its gold rush - virgin land (and spirit) everywhere. Only your imagination limits ya.
As nimesema many times before, in Kwiinya you can buy a huge piece of land
affordably, fence it with trees/kayafa/bougainvillea and build your own mini-kingdom hapo hapo from scratch
In Yues a battered 100 foot square plot anywhere costs an arm and a leg. Unless you wanna buy one in the rough ghettos (Yikes) or the Arizona desert
And we debated to pieces the peace of mind and social capital (as Pundito calls it) in Kwiinya vs the stress tupu of not even knowing your neighbour's name in Yues despite living side by side with them for 20 years.! Isatragedy
Those Yues islands and stuff are nice lakini you still can't escape empty, soulless, flippant, individualistic American culture hapo.
And once you cross 70, even your own kids want nothing to do with you
Straight to the crummy nursing homes to be taken care of by CNAs you go
Lakini kila nyani na starehe zage
Ni hayo tu