After being welcomed with a fresh coconut and some big smiles, we were led to our banda, one of just 12 in total. As honeymooners, we were located at the far end of the resort - not that they needed to worry, aside from Chris and I, the only other guests were a Swiss family of five.
We very quickly settled in. Our mornings began with hot chocolate, coffee and home-made biscuits hand-delivered to our shore-side accommodation - this happened every day, which, in hindsight, really set the precedent for the whole Lamu experience.
Our days in Kipungani were taken up with walks along the beach, swimming in the pool, swimming in the sea and, just occasionally, some activities.
Two-man kayaking was a particular favourite until we ventured out one windy day and ended up at far end of the resort - disappointment written all over his face, Chris told me my lack of upper strength was to blame and that I could no longer be his kayak wingman.
We went along to Kipungani village one sunny morning, where we were shown around a school by one of the locals. That was an amazing and incredibly humbling experience. We also took a boat ride to Lamu - my stepmother Sue, who arranged the whole honeymoon, spent some time living there so I was keen to visit.
Lamu is the most colourful, wonderful place - a town that time forgot. The sole mode of transport is the donkey; in fact there is just one car on the whole island. So there are animals roaming everywhere, navigating their way through the tiny winding streets unsupervised - apparently they all know their way home.
While there we visited the bustling food market, the fort, squeezed in a spot of shopping - saris for the girls - and I had both my hands hennaed.
So, there were plenty of lazy days in Lamu - the perfect antidote to our hectic safari tour. Aside from our inertia, our general fitness was not helped by the food. It was incredible - Michelin star-incredible - and our waiter David just happened to be something of a feeder. That's a pretty bad combination.
All of the staff at Kipungani were wonderful, friendly people; a trait common to the Kenyan people. And it was precisely because of David's gentle nature that I felt compelled to eat everything on my plate, every single day.
Each evening, David set up a special table under the stars for Chris and I. As our personal waiter, he went to amazing lengths to make 'his honeymooners' feel special, picking fresh fruit and flowers to decorate our table every day. And he definitely didn't want us to go hungry.
Lunch and dinner were both potentially four-course affairs; soup, salad, main and desert. Four days in, both Chris and I managed to negotiate down to three courses per meal - David was not impressed - and I quickly learned to give up the cooked breakfast in favour of fruit.
And so Kipungani turned out to be a wholly lavish experience, certainly one that neither Chris or I will forget.
As we prepared to leave our little paradise, Chris was made to promise that he would bring me back - maybe for our ten-year anniversary. That should definitely be enough time to shift that extra honeymoon weight.