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- lørdag den 23. november 2019 kl. 07.00
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Journey to Nairobi

The long awaited day had arrived for my journey to the legendary continent of Africa where my ancient hominid ancestors had lived, loved and died for generation after generation over millions of years to bring me the chance to come into being. And now I was returning to their hallowed ground shared with a myriad of creatures and large mammals that I would hopefully witness for the first time in my life.
I had gone to sleep very early in the evening at around 8pm so that I could get up at 2.45am, get a shower, light breakfast and dive into the booked taxi with my small and large rucksacks at around 3.45am. The taxi driver was friendly as I told him of my planned journey across East and South Africa. We drove down through the dark, wet, and largely deserted streets of Bristol, with a few waifs and strays staggering drunkenly back from their Friday night out. We arrived at the coach station where I waited for my National Express coach to arrive. A drunk man staggered around the waiting area asking me and others for a light for his cigarette and making the atmosphere tense in the way that someone disinhibited by alcohol can do. The National Express coach eventually arrived at 4.25am. I stowed my large rucksack in the hold beneath the coach and boarded to take my pre-booked seat by the window. The coach was surprisingly busy at this time of the morning filling with fellow travellers heading for Heathrow airport and their flights to various parts of the world. We set off up the M32 out of Bristol, with rain drops blowing across the window, I looked out into the darkness at the familiar terrain by the motorway and felt that strange melancholic nostalgia of leaving a city in which I'd lived for over 25 years and wouldn't be seeing again for several months. I travelled with a mixture of tiredness, nervousness and excitement at the long journey ahead of me.
I tried to get some sleep on the coach journey, but to no avail. as I always find it difficult to sleep on any transport no matter how tired I am. This would prove to be a challenge in my long journey across Africa. The air conditioning/heating was also set too high on the coach and the heat was unbearable. I ruminated that this would be good training for the heat of Africa to come. A passenger asked the driver to turn the heating down, which he did, but it made little difference.
We arrived at Heathrow airport terminal surprisingly quickly and I disembarked, reclaimed my large rucksack and entered the terminal. I hadn't flown for several years and it took me a while to get my bearings in the busy terminal. I asked a helpful member of staff where to check my rucksack in and she pointed me in the right direction. I had a wait for the check in desk to open, and used the time to put my rucksack in a protective cover and to eat my pre-prepared brunch. I then checked my bags in without difficulty and walked up the escalator to pass through the security and into the departures area. I messaged my family to let them know that I'd successfully passed through security and would soon be on the long flight to Nairobi. My sister passed on a request from my young nephew, Luke, for a photograph of the airplane that I would be flying on. After a wait, I took the long walk to the departure lounge in terminal 5, took a photo of the plane for my nephew, and waited to board the plane. I was feeling excited as I enjoy flying and looking down at the wide expanses of Earth below from such a great height. Even though I have flown many times, it still seems like a miracle to me that I can be so high up and looking down over the Earth like the gods of Olympus in Greek mythology.
I boarded the plane and was pleased to find that I had nobody sat immediately next to my window seat so that I had more leg room and also had room for my ruck sack which I had taken on board as hand luggage. There was an attractive, well dressed, black woman sat across from me on the aisle seat who was quite taciturn but not impolite during the flight. I listened to the various announcements on the intercom and watched the stewardesses go through the emergency procedures before preparing myself for the take off. The plane taxied out onto the runway, opened the engines into a powerful roar, we thundered down the tarmac, angled upwards and rose peacefully and gracefully into the morning air. I was surprised at my lack of anxiety on take off which I had experienced more on previous flights. I think I had reached the age where I could say 'Que sera sera' in such situations. The flight was roughly on time at around 10.10am. There were some nice views of London's dense urban landscape as we rose up through white clouds and slowly banked towards continental Europe. There were some breaks in the cloud cover over the English channel and I could see the long thin white beaches of the northern French coast before the clouds closed in again and covered the view in an undulating white duvet of air moisture for a few hours. We were served breakfast and later a lovely hot lunch of vegan thai curry which I had pre-ordered. I was still unable to sleep, so I watched some wildlife documentaries on the video screen in front of me. I avoided films of Africa as I didn't want to colour my own visions of the African wildlife that I would hopefully see during my own journey. The clouds parted again over, what looked like, the coastline of Croatia with dramatic mountains and steep river valleys flowing down to the sea. We then reached the far side of the Mediterranean sea and the first sight of the continent of North Africa and what I assumed to be Egypt where I had spent an epic week visiting ancient temples and the great pyramids of Cairo over twenty years before. Long wide beaches stretched down to the sea. As we flew inland I could see across immense deserts with endless rock formations casting long shadows in the hazy yellow late afternoon sunshine. We continued on across the desolate expanses of North Africa's deserts. We passed over an enormous inland river delta over what may have been the Sudan, its waters gleaming, as a golden sun descended over the curved rim of the Earth. The clear sky turned deep red up to turquoise blue, to deep blue, and then to velvet black. Venus and Jupiter were sparkling brightly in the evening sky. As the darkness descended, I could see glittering towns with bridges lit up like bejeweled bracelets by their street lamps over black ribbons of water passing slowly underneath us. There were so many lives below, and so many stars above, all uncountable but equally precious.
After around 10 hours of flying we had reached the great rift valley of East Africa and began to descend towards Nairobi airport. The lights of the airport and the surrounding city only appeared relatively close to landing as we descended through rain clouds to land with a thud on the wet tarmac and taxi in towards the terminal. We arrived earlier than the scheduled 21.50 local time and we all left the plane to get a packed airport bus to the one remaining terminal following an airport fire several years earlier. I then had to wait in a queue to pass through security, but my queue was happily shorter due to the fact that I had already secured an East Africa visa from the Kenyan High Commission while at home. As I offered my passport for inspection I was confronted with the finger print scanner favoured for security in East African countries and it took me a while to figure our how to present my fingers and thumb to the green lighted scanner and in which order. The surly female immigration officer was not amused by my confusion. I eventually got through the immigration booth and made my way to claim my baggage from the carousel. It was a relief to find that it had accompanied me in the hold of my flight and had not been left at Heathrow or flown somewhere else. I made my way out of the terminal and walked down a long series of stone steps to a waiting area for taxis. It was here that I began to experience that apprehension and disorientation of being in a foreign culture with people speaking in a language (Swahili) that i didn't understand. I looked for the Oasis sign that should have been there with a man called, Smiley, who was due to pick me up from the airport and drive me to my accommodation at Karen Camp on the outskirts of central Naorobi. However, there was no Oasis sign to be seen and various taxi drivers picked up on my lack of available transport and kept asking me to take their taxi which I had to politely but firmly decline. I called Smiley and managed to speak to someone, who I initially thought was Smiley, but later realised was his brother, Peter. It was a slightly confused conversation where Peter asked me where I was waiting and I explained where I was. He told me to wait there which I did for a slightly anxious ten minutes or so when he eventually arrived on foot and we were able to introduce ourselves. However, Peter didn't initially tell me that he wasn't Smiley so I called him that until he put me right when we walked back to a multi-storey car park where he paid for his parking ticket and we found his car. We then drove through the night out towards Karen Camp. We talked about the rainy weather in Nairobi and Peter said that there had been far more rain than is usual in the short rainy season which had caused a lot of flooding across Kenya. The heavy rains, caused by climate change, the El Ninho effect, and moisture laden weather heading across the Indian ocean to East Africa instead of India, would become a significant feature of the first half of my trip in Africa. We also talked about Premier League football, which I found to be a very handy topic of conversation with virtually all the taxi drivers I encountered during my trip. Peter supported Leicester City and I told him that I supported Liverpool. We discussed how well Liverpool had started that particular season as they were now sitting pretty at top of the Premier League. The easy and friendly conversation was welcome as the drive out to Karen Camp took nearly an hour on the clear night time roads. I noticed that as we drove down a long highway, we passed a huge shanty town with rough single storied houses made with corrugated iron bulged out onto the edge of the highway for over a mile. This brought home the grinding poverty that I was going witness in many parts of East Africa. We then passed an open fenced area which Peter informed me was a large national wildlife park that bordered the road. It is apparently the only wildlife park in Africa that sits right next to a major city. Peter said that he would often see elephants, giraffe and antelope by the roadside as he drove by. The reality that I was now in a continent where such large and exotic wildlife could be seen from the rush hour traffic excited me. We eventually turned off the main highway and down some residential streets until at last we arrived at Karen Camp and the first leg of my journey had been completed safely - I was in Africa! Peter showed me into the entrance to the hostel. The hostel was fairly tatty and underwhelming and I was met by an older woman who seemed to be the hostel manager but her clearly inebriated state made me wonder about this as she clasped my hand for an uncomfortably long time. There was also a barman there behind the bar called Michael who met me with a friendly handshake and smile. I said goodbye to my driver, Peter, and thanked him. I decided to stick with the dorm room accommodation which had been booked for me by the travel company that I was doing my overlanding tour with, Oasis Overland. This proved to be a mistake as when I was shown to the room, I realised that it was more of a shed with a clean but musty smelling bed and a big gap under the rickety old door. I would definitely be needing the old grey mosquito net to keep out the mosquitoes. I didn't relish the prospect of spending two nights here and began to wonder what kind of trip I had embarked upon. However, I was exhausted after my long journey, so I unpacked my sleeping bag, silk liner, a few of my things, let down the mosquito net, put my ear plugs in, and eventually crawled off to sleep in the hot night air.Læs mere
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- søndag den 24. november 2019 kl. 07.00
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KenyaOlolua Ridge1°20’7” S 36°42’8” E
First day at Karen Camp, Nairobi

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Woke up with a bug inside my mosquito net – moved him to a new location afterwards! Met Brian, Grant, Gemma and other fellow travellers. Saw monkeys in the garden! Chatted a lot with Brian. Put rucksack on the truck. Spoke to an artist who Had Swahili beans (Kenyan food). Big thunderstorm and lightning show in the late afternoon and early evening which caused a short power cut. The weather got much cooler with the storm. Felt very tired and got an early (didn't have the energy to mix with the rest of the group as I wanted to.
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Once I had managed to go to sleep, I slept fairly well, despite being woken up during the night when one of my fellow Oasis Overland travellers, Vincent, arrived on a late flight and had been brought to my dorm to sleep in the bunk bed adjoining bottom of my bed. The disturbance woke me up, but Vincent quickly settled into his bunk and I fell back to sleep.
I awoke around 7am and as I opened my sleepy eyes and looked around me, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw a large insect on the inside of my mosquito net. I hastily jumped out of bed and raised the mosquito net to have a closer look at my sleeping companion to check that he wasn't dangerous. On closer inspection he was a harmless, large 'grasshopper' like insect with one of his long back legs missing. I carefully removed him from the inside of the mosquito net and put him several metres away from the dorm room on the grass and resolved to tuck my mosquito net up under my mattress in future to prevent future sleeping companions from crawling up the inside.
I then got up to get a shower. I had been tipped off by the barman, Michael, that the showers on the first floor of the main hostel building were hot rather than the cold showers of the very basic toilet and shower blocks near my dorm room. I somewhat sheepishly walked through the bar area and up to the shower as I thought that these showers were most likely reserved for those in the first floor rooms. I had a welcome hot shower in the basic but large shower room.
After getting dressed, I went to the bar to order some beans on toast for breakfast. There I met my first fellow traveller on this long trip across the African continent, Brian. He was a friendly and kindly Irishman, approaching his 70s, with a stutter. We quickly established that we would both be travelling all the way to Johannesburg. We also discovered that we both worked as therapists and therefore had quite a lot in common. Brian quickly demonstrated a good sense of humour coupled with an easy and enjoyable Irish wit. I immediately felt pleased and relieved that I would be travelling with someone whose company I would enjoy. I then noticed a woman walking busily through the bar who looked like she might be our Oasis tour leader. When I stopped her to ask, I was right in my assumption. Jemma was an English woman in her late thirties who had worked for Oasis Overland in Africa for a number of trips and was well experienced in such travel. She was very friendly, informative and organised about our trip ahead and I again felt relief that she would be a friendly and competent leader for our journey. Another fellow traveller, Grant, then entered the bar. He was a very friendly, talkative and gregarious New Zealander in his late forties who was an experienced overland traveller. He was also joining our trip all the way to Johannesburg. Meeting Brian, Grant and Jemma had put my mind at rest that I was going to have some nice and friendly travelling companions on the long trip ahead.
I had breakfast with Brian, while Jemma and Grant headed off to buy provisions for the truck to keep us fed on our long journey. I later learned that Grant and Jemma were a couple, but didn't know that at this stage. Brian and I talked about our work, life, and our thoughts and plans for the future. I could see that we were going to get along very well.
After breakfast, I returned to my dorm room to organise my things. There I introduced myself to Vincent who was a Canadian in his mid-twenties, and was already an experienced traveller. He would be travelling with us as far as Cape town and, again, he would be a friendly and positive character on our trip ahead.
I re-joined Brian who was sitting at a picnic table in the hostel back porch, typing his blog on his laptop. We had more pleasant conversation on various topics, when there was a rustle in a nearby tree and, to my delight, there were two vervet monkeys picking small fruit from the tree. These were the first African wild animals that I had seen and it was amazing to me that I could see such wild animals in an more urban setting like a hostel garden. I later learned that I would see troops of vervet monkeys regularly passing through campsites and hostel gardens mischievously taking food where they could. The two vervet monkeys in the tree then chased each other across the corrugated roof of the nearby toilet block and around the garden. One sat long enough on the grass in front of me for me to take a photo before the monkeys were themselves chased off by the two barking hostel dogs. I was delighted to have seen these playful, wild animals so close by.
Brian and I continued to chat through the afternoon as a heavy rainstorm passed over. After Jemma and Grant returned from buying provisions, Jemma showed us the inside of the big yellow truck that we would be travelling on, and calling 'home', for our long journey across Africa. Here I met 'Often' our driver for the journey. Often was a Kenyan born and bred man in his fifties with a wife and children, now of adult age, living in Nairobi. He was a friendly, humorous and positive character with a passion for wildlife that I was very pleased would be our driver and all around helpful person to guide us along our great journey. We were delighted to find that Often had fitted the inside of the truck with electric plugs so that we could charge our phones and electrical goods while we travelled. The truck was named 'Chui' which is Swahili for Leopard and was clearly dear to Often and later became known by us as Often's second wife. The seating in the truck faced each other across the middle floor which would allow us to talk to each other during the trip. The clear plastic tarpaulin sides of the truck could be rolled up so that we could kneel on the seats and look out over the landscapes that we travelled through. There were large storage areas under the seats where I stored my large rucksack alongside Brian's rucksack for the journey ahead. There were also large storage areas under the central floor of the truck where much of the food provisions were stored.
There was an arist selling his accomplished artwork of African animals in the hostel garden and I went to have a chat with him about his artwork and my own interest in making art of animals and wildlife. As I returned to the hostel, Jemma and Grant, invited me to join them in a card game of 'Gin Rummy'. I had never played this type of Rummy before and so they taught me as we played. I then had 'beginner's luck' and somehow managed to win the first two games. I decided to quit while I was ahead and retired undefeated. Later in the afternoon, Jemma invited me to show my travel insurance papers and a copy of my passport, and give her the local payment of $1600 for the journey ahead.
As the evening approached and the light dimmed, I ordered some dinner of Swahili beans and ate and chatted with Brian on the back porch area. As the darkness if the night descended a torrential, dramatic thunder and lightning storm came over the hostel and flooded the garden area.The electricity cut out at one point for several minutes which would become a common feature of our travels through Africa. Many of our fellow Oasis Overland travellers were arriving ahead of our departure the following day. They all sat together chatting in another seated area of the back porch. I began to feel quite tired and wasn't sure if I could summon the energy to go and socialise with my new fellow travellers. However, Brian headed off to his room for night and I did go over to introduce myself to my fellow travellers.
I met Linda and Heather who were a friendly mother and daughter from Scotland who would be travelling with us around Lake Victoria and back to Nairobi before departing. Linda was a retired GP and Heather was working in London. I also met Sam, who later became known as 'English Sam' to distinguish his name from the other Sam on our trip who was living in Dubai. Sam was a friendly young man who was living and working in England and had previously done an Oasis Overland trip several years previously. I met Jesse and Alick who were two young, friendly and sociable New Zealanders who were doing the Oasis Overland trip having won it after visiting an Oasis Overland stall at some event. They were also doing the trip as part of their further travels around the world. As we were talking in the newly met group of fellow Oasis Overland travellers, an American, Kristen, arrived. Kristen was in her early thirties, originally from Chicago, and worked as a teacher but had quit her job to go travelling for a year. She was another experienced traveller, although she hadn't done an overland tour before and was a little nervous about the camping aspect of the trip. I later learned that she had a strong academic interest in rock/cave paintings and ancient human ancestors which I also shared. She also taught religious studies so had an academic interest in religious history. I also met Steph (Stephanie) who was an English woman from Coventry. She was a friendly person with a humorous, outgoing and slightly mischievous character which became apparent during our journey. Earlier in the day I had met James and Gabby (Gabriella) who were a young Brazilian couple who were doing the trip from Nairobi around Lake Victoria and back to Nairobi. They were also doing the Oasis Overland trip as part of more extensive travels around the world. They were a lovely, good humoured and friendly couple who brought a nice South American flavour to the trip.
As I chatted to my fellow travellers, i was aware how tired I was feeling, and decided to return to my dorm room for a fairly early night ahead of the start of our journey the following day. There was another disturbance during the night when another of our fellow travellers, Luke, arrived in the early hours having been delayed on his flight. Vincent had to get up to let him into the dorm room which we had locked from the inside. I later learned that Luke was originally from Northern Ireland, but now worked in Scotland as a doctor working in peadiatrics. He was another experienced traveller with a gregarious, outgoing and humourous character.Læs mere
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- mandag den 25. november 2019 kl. 06.00
- ☁️ 14 °C
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KenyaOlolua Ridge1°20’7” S 36°42’8” E
Journey to Lake Naivasha

I got up early to get a hot shower so that I could pack and load my things onto the truck before breakfast. On returning from the shower, I discovered that I had accidentally locked my fellow traveller, Vincent, in the dorm room by paclocking the door out of habit while I was half asleep. I apologised profusely and Vincent took it all in good humour which befitted his calm and seemingly implacable character.
I had omelette on toast for breakfast before we were all ushered to the truck to be given a brief tutorial by Jemma and Often about the trucks facilities, where everything was kept and stored and the various 'dos and don'ts' of life on the truck for the coming three months. We saw where the food, table and canvas stools were kept. We were shown how we would wash and rinse the dishes in three bowls before flapping them dry rather than using a tea towel as it is more hygienic. This became a very well worn routine during our trip. We were also told about how we would be divided into 'cook groups' with one lead 'chef' and that it would be each cook group's responsibility to shop for and cook breakfast, lunch and dinner for a particular day. We were also shown where our provided tents would be stored and also where the chlorine treated water was kept in large black plastic canisters. We were also shown where the extra food was stored under the floor of the truck and where we could store our possessions under the seats and in overhead storage. We were also shown how to use the on board electricity on the truck to charge our electrical goods. We were shown 'The Beach' which was an area above the front cab of the truck which could be opened so that we could look out the top of the truck or sleep and rest there.
The final task before we set off on our first day's journey to Naivasha Lake Park, was to be shown how to roll up the tarpaulin sides of the truck and attach with the velcro straps so that we could get plenty of ventilation and look out at the view during our trip.
I sat at the very back of the truck where I could see out of the back window. I sat next to Brian and opposite Linda and her daughter, Heather. The streets of Nairobi were very busy with queues of rush hour traffic. As we left the outskirts of Nairobi we were caught in a very long queue which we eventually realised had been caused by flooding from the heavy overnight rain. We later learned that many people had died as a result of this unusual and severe flooding in Kenya. The unusually heavy rain and flooding became a consistent feature of the first part of our trip through East Africa and around Lake Victoria. This provided a sort of ominous backdrop to our journey with thoughts and communal discussions often turning towards the threat of global warming and climate change to people, animals and the environment.
As we left Nairobi we travelled through green and lush bush and farmlands with small villages and scattered small holdings with families outside working and their children playing. My imagined view of East Africa in the dry season as a parched and yellowed landscape was immediately assuaged by this verdant green landscape surrounding us. When we knelt up on the seats to look out the windows we were met with excited waves and calling from children and adults alike. This was another consistent and heart warming feature of our travels across East Africa. It seemed that our white faces and big yellow truck were quite a novelty illiciting happy, sometimes bemused, and very occasionally negative responses from local people - but there was nearly always a response. We, of course, waved and smiled back. The people often called out 'Mizungu' which means 'aimless wanderer' in Swahili and has become the ubiquitous term for travelling tourists such as us.
We stopped in a shopping mall to buy some fresh food provisions for the evening meal in Naivasha lake park. I decided to stay on the truck as a truck guard, talked to Jesse about her half Polynesian ethnicity in New Zealand and watched local children playing football on a nearby football pitch - a scene familiar the world over.
We drove on until we reached the edge of the lake park and I was thrilled to see my first large African mammals living in the wild - an unrepeatable special first experience. We saw zebra, wildebeest, giraffes, and eland, all feeding, wandering and almost impossibly existing from my western perspective of never seeing such large wild mammals in the English countryside.
We eventually drove off the main road and down a narrow track and into a beautiful campground, Fish Eagle Inn, covered in green grass and dotted with several tall yellow barked 'butter' acacia trees. The campsite was well named as I was amazed to see several large fish eagles settled high in the trees. This was when I began to have to adjust my expectations about how much wildlife I would continually see in East and Southern Africa. If I ever saw a single Golden eagle in Scotland it would make my entire trip. Here, I counted at least nine enormous eagles all circling together above the lake nearby. The sheer density and proliferation of life, plant, insect and animal, in Africa took me to a new normal of how much life can and should exist in the natural environment and brought home the comparative paucity of life in England where insects have been decimated by pesticides and the majority of large wild mammals have been driven out of existence. The contrast re-affirmed my passion for rebuilding the English countryside with it's original animals and insect ecology - the wolves and bears must one day return and we humans have a duty and a responsibility to learn to live alongside these wild animals once again.
We took our heavy tents down from the truck and people were allocated their tents. Brian had his own tent and I was left without someone to pair up with in a tent. This allowed my, fortunately, to have my own tent to myself. My tent was called 'Queen Elizabeth', somewhat ironically with my republican sentiments. Often gave is a quick tutorial on how to put up our tents and we went away to find a spot to pitch out tent. I pitched my tent facing the gently lapping lake shore. Often was kind enough to come over to help me pitch my tent as I was putting it up on my own.
I then returned to the truck to begin to organise my things to put in the tent. This felt quite disorganized and quite discumbobulating at first, but after a week or so became an organised rhythm, and by the end of the trip a finely tuned, honed and efficient procedure
After we put the tents up and collectively made our lunch. After lunch the grey clouds over the still, reflective lake began to thicken and it started to rain and thunder. I talked with Often about our mutual interest in wildlife and nature. Often said that he was particularly interested in birds. He took me down to the lake shore to show me the tall papyrus reeds growing there as a fisherman bravely collected his nest waste deep in the lake where hippos lived in numbers. I was pleased to know that Often would be able to share his knowledge of the African flora and fauna during our long journey.
We were due to have a boat trip out on the lake in the afternoon with the chance to see hippos for the first time and, to my great disappointment, the trip had to be cancelled due to the inclement weather. As an alternative, a small group of us decided to take a small minibus down the road to where Joy Adamson of 'Born Free' fame had lived with her husband, George Adamson, in a large house on the Naivasha lake shore. We toured the house and saw Joy Adamson's artwork of the local tribal people's (who I was politely informed by the local guide should be called 'communities' rather than 'tribes'). We also saw her furniture and bombings and had tea and biscuits at the back of the house with nice views across the large lawns leading down to the lake. We also watched a couple of rain bedraggled colabus monkeys who were resting high. in the trees. These monkeys had apparently lived there since Joy Adamson was still alive and in residence. My amazement at seeing such animals I'm the wild remained undimmed as it did throughout the trip. We then watched a short video about Joy Adamson's life and her conservation work with lions and other animals. She expressed her deep passion and love for lions which is an emotion I would later understand and experience for myself. She described several affairs with men outside of her marriage which eventually led to her marriage to George Adamson who she met out in the bush. She recognised herself that she was a cantankerous character and probably preferred the company of animals to humans. This may have led to her falling out with one of her local employees who took revenge by shooting her dead. She was clearly an interesting, unique character while also a difficult personality socially it seems. Her portraits of local tribes men and women are now a celebrated vusual record of Kenyan cultural heritage which has now disappeared. The guide told me how he and his urban friends have now lost contact with their old tribal community heritage.
When we returned to the campsite, and the evening light began turning to darkness, we collectively cooked and ate our evening meal using pots, pans and utensils from the truck. We cooked in an external covered kitchen area with it's own electric lighting. We sat on the collapsible canvas stools from the truck eating our meal and chatting. We all then helped to wash the dishes and dry them using the surprisingly effective and hygienic flapping method. Just after we had cleared everything away, something magical happened. Someone spotted a hippo had climbed out of the lake in the darkness and was feeding on the grass a few metres from where we had just eaten. We excitedly trained our phone torches on the large pinkish grey flank of the hippo. I was transfixed by this unimaginable close encounter with the reputedly, potentially very dangerous wild animal. There was a thin wire electric fence between us and the hippo offering us some protection, but I considered that such a big animal could trample through such a thin electric wire if she was exorcised enough to do so. However, the hippo continued feeding seemingly unconcerned by us and slowly walked past. Then another hippo emerged from the black lake waters, this time with a small infant hippo just behind her. I was so delighted to witness this animal at such close quarters and it completely made up for my disappointment at missing the boat trip earlier in the day. I was lucky enough to get a few good photos of the hippos and we all looked at each other's photos as we excitedly discussed what we had just seen as the hippos walked on back into the gloom of the dark from which they had miraculously emerged.
We all retired to our tents as the rain began to fall again. I settled as best I could into my sleeping bag and reflected on how I had earlier summoned the spirit of the hippo after I was disappointed to miss seeing hippos on the boat trip - it was then astonishing for them to appear to us later that evening. I went off to sleep, my tent facing the lake with hippos moving through its waters, pondering the amazing sights of African animals and birds that I had already seen on my first official day of the trip - I could only wonder at what was yet to come....
Old Blog: Naivasha Lake Park = Packed early and set off in the truck on the first day of the trip. Huge traffic queues after heavy rain all night caused flooding of already poor condition roads. Enjoyed the bus journey. Local children waving. Saw zebra, wildebeest, giraffes, and eland from the back of the truck on the way into the park. Set up tents on campsite by lake shore. Sadly boat trip on lake cancelled due to heavy rain and thunder. Went to Joy Adamson's house for museum, film and tea – saw colabus monkeys in ther garden. Had hot meal in the evening and magically saw three hippos feeding on ther grass by the shore feet away from us, including a mother and baby – this absolutely made my day! Three electric fence around the campsite kept us safe and you would never get this close to wild hippos on land in any other way. Earlier when I was disappointedabout the river trip being cancelled, I asked the spiri of the hippos to come and visit us later. ‘Often’ the driver is wonderful to talk to about wildlife and told ne about the yellow Acacia trees on the campsite. His truck is called Chui which is Swahili for Leopard – his spirit animal. Læs mere
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- tirsdag den 26. november 2019 kl. 09.37
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KenyaKongoni0°49’42” S 36°16’12” E
CraterLake Park, Journey to Lake Nakuru

Walking Safari at Crater Lake Park.
I didn't sleep particularly well as I adjusted my sleeping layers in the cooling night and got somewhat tangled in my sleeping bag and silk liner. I would need to work out a better sleeping 'system' as the journey progressed. I woke up early at 5am with raindrops drumming on my tent which thankfully remained waterproof during the night. There was something particularly miserable about going to sleep in the rain and then waking up in the rain. There was clearly going to be a lot more rain on this journey than was anticipated and was usual for this time of year in East Africa. The issue of climate change and extreme weather therefore became an ongoing backdrop and point of discussion on our journey. I dragged myself out of my sleeping bag, put on some damp clothes and flip-flops and traipsed up to the shower block through wet grass and heavy rain. I therefore got a good soaking before before I even reached the shower. The shower was full of moths, beetles and various other insects, which would be 'de rigour' for all the showers on the journey and evidenced the density and profusion of all life in Africa. Such densities of insects no longer existed at home thanks to years of intensive agriculture and pesticide use. Those that had an aversion to our insect companions on this world would therefore have an uncomfortable time getting a shower. At least the shower was hot, but this was soon forgotten as I trudged back to my tent to get dressed. I walked over to the truck where I made breakfast of cold oats and a cup of tea.
I had decided to do the early morning walking safari at the Crater Lake Park which would be my first ever safari in Africa. The rain had begun to abate somewhat but the sky was still overcast with dark skies and there was a strong likelihood of getting wet. However, there were some hopeful glimmers of brighter skies in the distance and I decided to take the chance to have my first encounter with African wildlife on foot. Only two of my fellow travellers, Jesse and Alec, had braved getting up in the rain to join my on the safari. Jesse and Alec, who proved to be lovely company on the trek, were a young, bright, friendly, and exuberant young couple from New Zealand who liked their alcohol/parties and were travelling to various places around the world. They had actually won this trip around Africa through a lottery they entered at a New Zealand travel fare - quite a stroke of good fortune for them!
Our tour guides, Mike and his colleague, both local men born and bred, arrived in a safari vehicle to take us on the safari. Mike and his colleague (who's name has escaped my memory) were friendly, but also quite taciturn men of few words. I had that sense of their world weariness with tourists which I can encountered on other occasions during the long journey. After some discussion it was decided that the weather was good enough for the safari and Jesse, Alec and I boarded the vehicle with my levels of anticipation riding high. We headed out of the campsite and onto a main highway. After some time we turned off down a long rough road which was heavily flooded in places due to the heavy rainfall overnight. Mike had to navigate the floods, sometimes by slipping and sliding through the mud at speed to avoid getting stuck. This added to the excitement and jeopardy of the safari trip.
Then the magic of Africa began to seep in through our wide open eyes. We saw two wild jackals trotting energetically along the side of the road and then in front of the vehicle as we pulled to a stop, before darting off onto the thick Bush and on with their lives. Then, even more dramatically, we came across a large, loping giraffe, feeding on the abundant trees that lined the road. We stopped and were able to spend several minutes watching and photographing this huge, majestic animal standing spray legged, curling his huge lips and tongue greedily around the lush leaves and tearing them off into his mouth. He was wary of our uninvited presence and was eventually got startled and lolopped away from the roadside. We then saw another giraffe a little further down the road. This was my first close up encounter with the large African megafauna, and my efforts to get up early for the safari had already been repaid generously. It was a deeply moving experience to see these large animals in the wild.
We eventually entered the Crater Lake Park and drove for a while along rough tracks through the park. We saw two warthogs trotting through the undergrowth before stopping and parking to begin our walking safari. The weather had continued to improve, much to our relief. We walked along a rough track out into a wide open area of grassland with white trunked acacia trees standing majestically around the edges, with green volcanic hills rising behind. Mike explained how a series of eruptions had formed the volcanic landscape of the park, a long time ago, but also while human ancestors would have been living there - it must have been a dramatic sight at the time of the eruptions, and I wistfully imagined the scene back then.
As we walked over a low rise and into a dusty wide bowl of yellowing grassland, we suddenly saw a herd of large, elegant, long-horned, Elan, the largest of Africa's antelopes. They shifted uneasily at our approach, and moved off into the safety of the surrounding bushes, where they disappeared like wild apparitions. As we turned along the path, the scrubland and trees closed in around us. We saw another warthog cross the path up ahead of us. Mike pointed up to a black faced monkey eyeing us from a nearby tree. Then we saw the long neck and head of a large giraffe poking up above the thick bush nearby. Each wild encounter was all the more thrilling as we were on foot, with the feeling of human frailty and vulnerability engendered by being exposed to this wild landscape with no physical protection of a metal shelled vehicle. I noticed my breath quickening with excitement. This was like my nature walks at home in England, so felt familiar in that sense, but this time I was surrounded by large African game for the first time in my life. The thrill was palpable. Then we came across a small herd of zebra in bushes around 20 yards away. Their black and white coats shone vividly in the brightening sunlight as they nodded and snorted nervously. Then behind them we saw several of the mighty African buffalo lying relaxed and chewing, regarding us with an uninterested air. I asked Mike if we were safe to be this close to buffalo as I had heard that they can be very dangerous animal to encounter, but Mike nonchalantly reassured me that he had grown up in this park, walked in it every day, and that we were not in any danger from these relaxed buffalo. Mike exuded a kind of tolerant world-weariness with tourists' ignorant questions such as mine. We spent some time taking photos of the buffalo and zebra feeding together.
As we walked on, we entered another more open area, interspersed with majestically beautiful, high, green-crowned acacias, backed by more green grassed volcanic slopes. A large eagle sat at the top of one of the acacias, surveying the surrounding woodland for prey. A small brown bushbuck daintily crossed our path in front of us, before disappearing forever from our view into. We turned down a more open path of tall grasses edged with pale green leafed bushes and encountered a large herd of small, orange-brown, impala antelope, very close to the path. They nervously kept a little distance and hid behind bushes, but we could see the shiny, black, twisted horns of the males and the twitching white tails of the females to confuse and bamboozle chasing predators.
The path then opened out further into a lush green, grassy bushland skirted by thick acacia woodland. This green bowl of bushland, contained my first exhilarating experience of the kind of timeless wild magic that Africa can produce when several species of large mammals all congregate in one place like the proverbial 'land that time forgot'. A herd of large Eland fed and wandered towards the woodland. More impala twitched and flitted through the gasses. A herd of zebra nodded, snorted, and fed in the bushes. Just cap this moving scene, a herd of tall giraffe loped through bushes towards the woods. A young giraffe stood nearer us and cocked his head to watch us warily, before deciding we were too worrying to remain there, and ran in that distinctive graceful gait of the giraffe to be nearer his tall, elegant, brown, patchworked mother. Suddenly, two male zebra decided to chase each other aggressively. They both thundered down the path towards our group, red dust flying up from their departed hooves. As they got closer, we grew more nervous, until, to our great relief, at the last second they saw us and parted in opposite directions. We continued on, adrenaline rushing and, after seeing a huge sea eagle circle majestically above our heads, we returned to our waiting safari vehicle, grateful for a wondrous first experience of the wild wonders Africa offers in such abundance.
We trundled along an uneven, stony track, through thick woodland. We startled a tiny Dik-dik, one of Africa's smallest antelope, who darted into the woods as we approached. We began climbing up a steep incline and Mike parked by a steeper dusty path. Mike's colleague took us up the path on foot. He had been very quiet and shy during our earlier walk, talking mostly in Swahili to Mike, but now he began to show his deep connection with the nature in the land of his upbringing, by pointing out medicinal plants that we passed. He broke off leaves and buds and explained how they were used traditionally to cure ailments in local communities. One plant he explained helped reduce malarial fevers. We reached the top of the path and turned up through some bushes to a large rocky ledge with many scattering Spiny-tailed Agama lizards who'd been bathing on the sun-baked rocks. There we were greeted with a glorious wide view over an ancient, volcanic crater, thickly lined with trees and with a large, still lake at its centre. We soaked in the view, and could see a few wooden buildings far below on the lake's which was to be our next destination.
We made our way back down the path, and were welcomed to the timber entrance buildings of the restaurant by a troop of mischievous vervet monkeys scurrying loudly across the tin rooves. In the entrance way were laid rows of giant skulls belonging to the megafauna of Africa; buffalo, hippos, giraffe and antelope of all kinds. We left this animal 'cemetery' descending a long series of stone steps to the restaurant, which was in an idyllic situation, nestled on the lake shore, with spectacular views across the lake. Alec, Jesse and I were apparently the only patrons for lunch at this hidden gem of an eatery, and were led to our seats by the staff with a politeness, care and attention only really due to royalty, not the travel weary, dusty travellers that we were. We were then treated to the most sumptuous four course dinner, with fruits and vegetables too various and many to mention, as we looked over the great lake before. We all laughed at our good fortune to make this our first safari, and new that our fellow travellers would regret not having got up early to join us. The early birds definitely got the proverbial worm today!
When we could eat or drink no more, we said our goodbyes and gave our thanks to the wonderful staff of the restaurant, and drove back towards our campsite, thrilled at our day's events. I couldn't have imagined a better way to experience my first African safari, and knew that my 'first time' would live long in my memory. However, the drama of the day was not quite finished, as the earlier rain had flooded our return road, and Mike had to engineer some hair-raising maneuvers through the waters, with the bonnet sometimes momentarily disappearing under the muddy water. We were also running late for our rendezvous with the big yellow Oasis truck, Chui, that was to become our African home. Thankfully our truck was still waiting for us as we arrived back at our campsite. We thanked Mike and his colleagues for a wonderfully guided safari, boarded the truck and we were on our way. There were some envious faces as we described our day's dramatic events to our travelling companions.
We drove on to a large shopping mall, whose western-style consumer modernity contrasted sharply with the wild landscape we had spent the morning in. This became a common, jarring juxtaposition, of the ancient and the profane, during our journey through the rapidly expanding and developing populations of East African nations such as Kenya. The 'cook group' of four fellow travellers were to buy the ingredients for our evening meal there, but I was tired after our day safari so volunteered to remain as a 'security guard' for the truck, talked to Jesse about her interesting mixed Samoan, New Zealand heritage, and watched Kenyan children play football raucously, and enthusiastically on a nearby football pitch. We travelled on through lush green countryside filled with butter acacia trees, and epic wide vistas of the rift valley with hazy mountains beyond. The landscape was already on a gigantic scale that it takes time for a northern European such as myself to adjust to, as we never can see so far, at least in England that is. After a long afternoon's drive we arrived at a lovely campsite, Punda Milias Nakuru Camp, with good facilities near lake Nakuru. Our cook group cooked us a good, hot, hearty meal in the outdoor kitchen, as we sat in a rough circle on our camp stools, under a clear, jet black, star filled sky, watching shooting stars leaving trails in our eyes and our memories. We all settled down to sleep in our tents, in preparation for the next safari adventure in Lake Nakuru National Park very early the following morning.
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with Mike and his friend guiding us. I hoped the weather would improve and gladly it did. We saw two giraffe close by the road and jackals around the car. Then we entered the park and started the walking safari. It was an amazing experience for my first safari in Africa. We saw a heard of Eland. Then we saw warthogs. We saw a black faced monkey. We saw a giraffe. Then we saw some zebras next to laying buffalo. We walked through beautiful acacia woodland. We saw bushbuck and then lots of impala. I couldn't believe how close we got to the animals. Finally, we were surrounded by zebra, eland and saw several more giraffe. There was a baby giraffe with its mother. Two male zebra charged out of the heard chasing each other towards us on the path then broke off the charge when they saw us. We walked back to the van, seeing a fish eagle in the sky, and headed towards the Crater lake view, seeing dick-dick – the smallest antelope along the way. Mike and his friend did a great job showing us the animals and going is their knowledge about them. The friend took us to the amazing view, with geckos on the rocks, and told us about the volcanoes and various plant medicines. We then walked down to a restaurant on the lake shore and had a wonderful 4 course meal. Returned to the truck, nearly getting stuck on a flooded road along the way. Stopped at mall to buy food – I stayed on truck to rest. Great views of rift valley on way to next lovely campsite, Punda Milias Nakuru Camp, with good facilities – did my laundry. Clear night with amazing starscape and shooting stars. Got an early night for safari at Naguru Lake park tomorrow Læs mere
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- Dag 3
- onsdag den 27. november 2019 kl. 06.12
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KenyaLamuriak0°21’30” S 36°3’24” E
Safari at Lake Nakuru National Park

Got up very early at 5am. Stomach was bad in the night and thought I might have picked up a stomach bug, but thankfully didn't. Had early breakfast with FTs (fellow travellers). Then drove to Naguru Lake park in van driven by Often's son, ‘Rinnuck'. Drove through a Kenyan towns and saw lots of locals going to work. Entered the park. We saw many, many animals along the way including zebra, impala, Thompson’s gazelle, hyena (who was clearly running away from something), buffalo, Eland, baboons (a baboon got into one of the other vans and stole Ganrkelle and her partner's lunch and ate it in a tree above our van.We also saw a python and cobra snakes. We saw thousands of white butterflies, a black rhino from a distance and later we saw several white rhinos along the lake shore on foot with an armed park ranger at very close range which was the highlight of the safari.We also saw flamingos and pelicans, as secretary bird and a large sea bird whose name I can’t remember but I have.a photo. We saw lots of colourful song birds and Guinea fowl. We saw giraffe and in one lovely spot giraffe sitting and behind buffalo and zebra. We saw several eagles. After walking along the lake shore to see flamingos and pelicans we stopped at a high point with beautiful views over lake Nakuru – below buffalo walked to shore through the lake water – the scene had a primal feel. Rock hyrax came up close to me as well as a bright blue lizard on a rock below. We drove over a broad flat plain with a huge escarpment behind full of animals which also had a ‘dawn of time' feel. We bounced along the road looking out the raised roof and seeing countless animals and birds. We stopped at a large waterfall for lunch. After we took a detour and saw jackals. We stopped at the park’s restaurant and bar for tea which had a beautiful view of the lake. Later, after seeing the white rhinos’ we saw hyenas hunting and a jackal eating a hyena kill. As we returned we saw hippos mostly hidden beneath the water and a huge troupe of baboons. We returned to the campsite through the Kenyan rush hour – it was fascinating to see all the people living their lives – I wondered what their lives would have been like before modernisation? Returned to camp and had dinner – I felt exhausted on the trip back to camp and had a crisis of confidence about whether I could make it through the whole 93 days with such a pace of activities and intensity of activities? I decided to look after myself and bow out of Sam's evening.quiz.Læs mere
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- Dag 4
- torsdag den 28. november 2019 kl. 15.15
- 🌙 11 °C
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KenyaGreystones0°17’12” N 35°23’12” E
Punda Milias Nakuru Camp to Eldoret

Long drive Northwest to Eldorat which at over 2000 metres is where athletes do altitude training. The countryside with views of large plains speckled with trees were beautiful. The trees changed more to pines as we climbed. Played football at the campsite in bare feet and was declared man of the match! Nice evening meal of ratatouille and early night for early start and long drive into Uganda tomorrow.Læs mere
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- Dag 5
- fredag den 29. november 2019 kl. 12.47
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UgandaMalawa0°35’30” N 34°3’30” E
Eldoret to Jinja

Long drive from Eldorat to Jinja – didn’t go off to sleep for hours, so felt really rough when I got up at 6am. The weather is getting much warmer than earlier in the week with a very hot equatorial sun. We travelled to the Ugandan border and through the town of Bo? Where here the young chap I met in the supermarket was from and told me that his tribe came up the Nile and spread into modern day Kenya and Uganda and that they were fishermen on lake Victoria and that Barak Obama’s father was from their tribal community. We crossed through immigration at the border without too much hassle. The countryside in Uganda was beautiful, lush green and quite tropical with interesting rock outcrops by the road in one place. The Ugandan children and some adults waved at us as we drove by and we waved back. There seemed to be people with street businesses and workers in the farms by the roads all along the route. We arrived in Jinja town which is a bustling, energetic African town. The campsite had a beautiful view over the river Nile and a pitched my tent looking out to the river. I walked down to the river to watch the sunset. Their were birds returning to roost including a long necked river bird. The view was beautiful with a new crescent moon with Venus and Jupiter sparkling below and Saturn shining above. There are many activities to do on the Nile which I will choose tomorrow.Læs mere
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- Dag 6
- lørdag den 30. november 2019 kl. 03.58
- 🌧 20 °C
- Højde: 3.684 ft
UgandaKyekidde0°28’60” N 33°9’48” E
Kayaking and River Cruise on the Nile

I slept quite well for the first time and.got out of my tent as a troupe of vervet monkeys walked and bounded past the tent – I love how these little creatures behave – mischievous and lively – there was a mother with her little baby hanging onto to her stomach. I organised to kayak with a ncie guide, Abraham, up the Nile from a lovely campsite with beautiful views over the Nile river. It was early morning and the river was full of birds such as kingfishers (small blue malachite and larger Pied), cormorants (great and smaller reed), hamerkop, kites, a fish eagle, crowned hornbill and many more. We saw monitor lizards by the bank. We looked for river otters and eventually found about 3 otters along the bank which was wonderful to see! I enjoyed talking to the guide about wildlife in Africa and England and comparing the two. The guide gave me a gin and tonic before we started to paddle back to the campsite. We passed rocks across the river which used to be a walkway for locals across the river before the new dam was built and the river rose to more of a lake. We paddled through the river islands which were full of birds and paddled back to the jetty. I nearly fell into the river as I was getting out of the kayak! Then I went on a river cruise on a larger boat up the same stretch of river all the way up to the upper dam. It was sunny as we started and took photos of the river and fishermen in their boats, but then the clouds darkened dramatically and we sheltered from a big storm for almost an hour. The weather began to clear and the boat staff hauled up the tarpaulins. It was an anxious moment when the boatman couldn't free us from the muddy river bank where we had sought shelter. After a few minutes and a lot of heaving with an old oar he managed to extricate us and we sailed back down the river. We saw river otters on the way back as well as the many birds including kingfishers and evrets. It was an eventful but still enjoyable second outing on the Nile. In the evening I had a nice conversation with Kristin (an American girl that will travel with us all the way to Johannesburg) about visiting the earliest sites of human evolution in Africa during our trip, early cave paintings in France and American politics. Kristin susports Bernie Sanders which I liked about her – we agreed to continue our conversation during the trip. I watched Liverpool FC beat Brighton (just!) on the bar TV and talked to Linda (daughter – Heather). I then got an early night with a misty crescent moon and chirping insect calls as I got into the tent. PS – I met a Frenchman who is cycling through Africa as part of a ‘self-powered' trip around the world. He walked across Alaska and Russia – swimming across the Beiring Straight. He will cycle across Africa to Namibia and then row to Brazil! Læs mere
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- Dag 7
- søndag den 1. december 2019 kl. 06.52
- 🌧 22 °C
- Højde: 3.684 ft
UgandaKyekidde0°28’60” N 33°9’48” E
Eventful Journey to Kampala

After a relaxed morning in Nile Adventure campsite, I bought what is known locally as a 'Rolex' which is a capatti filled with various ingredients of your choice - I had egg, green pepper, onion and tomato filling and it was delicious. I took it down to the river to eat and saw two big river otters tracking across the river about fifty metres from the jetty. There were also river birds such as the large black and white, hovering, pied kingfisher and the tiny iridescent blue malachite kingfishers and a smaller reed cormorant (that swims very low in the water with only its head above the water) spreading its coat-hanger shaped wings to dry. There were also lots of 'tiamata?' fish by the shore coming to the surface for insects which look like piranha but without the bite and are a staple for the local fishermen. I recorded the tropical sounds of insects and birds in the trees surrounding the campsite where vervet monkeys played, bounced across tents and roofs and occasionally squabbled angrily, chasing each other through the trees. The heavens opened about midday and a big, lightning flashing, thunderstorm soaked everything. As we left the campsite on our truck the drama began - we bumped about a quarter mile down a slippery and muddy track when we slid off the road into a deep ditch, throwing us and various objects across the truck and leaving the truck at a worryingly steep listing angle. As we exited the truck and slipped through the mud to take up various positions at the side of the road, many local men came running up the road to try and help free the truck. After several failed attempts, a digger was summoned from a nearby garage where it was being repaired to try and extricate the forlorn, entrenched yellow truck. After several unsuccessful attempts to tow the truck out from both ends, brute force was the final desperate solution as the digger lifted and shoved the truck backwards where our truck could then be towed out and we were free at last after about two hours. (In the meantime a young boy from the next door house came and said 'hello' - he said that he had been to school but that his mother could no longer afford the fees. He wants to be a mechanic when he grows up - he asked about my trail running shoes and said he had no shoes of his own - this put our temporary difficulty in stark perspective!) Often, our driver, then accelerated forwards in a brave and successful bid to set the truck free, continuing on to the main road. We all slipped and staggered in the mud to catch up with the truck. Then further drama ensued as the locals asked for payment from Often who remained remarkably calm amidst the melee. I also became embroiled in it as I was trying to wash my muddy feet from a water tap on the truck - a local helped, unbidden, to wash my feet - but I had to then extricate myself from the jostling crowd of locals with the help of Often. We headed for our next stop in Kampala with a story of our stranding to tell our fellow travellers who were taking alternative transport from the campsite after their whitewater rafting trip.Læs mere
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- Dag 8
- mandag den 2. december 2019 kl. 06.54
- ☀️ 17 °C
- Højde: 3.855 ft
UgandaNatete0°18’0” N 32°31’54” E
Road to Bwindi Impenetrable Forest Park

I decided to upgrade to a private room with a shower and fluffy white towel after the muddy trials of the previous day which felt like the lap of luxury after a week of camping. I spent a long time in the shower washing the ochre red, ingrained, mud from myself and my shoes and slept well on the plush surroundings despite having to get up at 5am for a long truck journey to Bwindi Impenetrable Forest National Park where we will hopefully see the dwindling population of those 'gentle giants' the mountain gorillas. As we left Kampala the sun rose reddening in the dusty air of the awakening city streets already bustling with people on their way to earn their living on foot, motorbike, vans and cars. I saw one of those huge marabou storks flying like a contemporary pterydactyl overhead. We also saw them pecking the turf of a rugby pitch in Kampala yesterday. As we slowly escaped the urban influence of Kampala, the vista opened out into tropical green, lush forest expanses infused with banana plants, and high hill peaks rising all around us, punctuated with small roadside villages summoning legions of Ugandans to their daily business. After the equatorial line (see footprint) we travelled through more lush countryside populated by a special breed of cow, Ankore, (possibly named after the Ugandan tribe of the same name who bred them) which has giant horns like the ancient and long extinct aurochs of old.Læs mere
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- Dag 8
- mandag den 2. december 2019 kl. 08.27
- ☀️ 21 °C
- Højde: 3.934 ft
UgandaBakuli0°18’58” N 32°33’57” E
Equator Line, Uganda

We crossed the equator for the second time, this time north to south. I got the photo standing on either side of the equator and we received a dubious demonstration from a street seller of a flower spinning in opposite directions on either side of the equator and staying still on the equator line - the equator line apparently moves as the Earth is pulled gravitationally on its cyclic journey around the sun, so the demonstration is likely to be a clever trick by a charming Ugandan man. I had a veggie wrap and vegan muffin in the local cafe and talked to fellow traveller Kristin about her writing a novel based on travel and developing religious ideas in the first century AD - a really interesting epoch to write about.Læs mere
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- mandag den 2. december 2019 kl. 12.26
- ☁️ 25 °C
- Højde: 4.304 ft
UgandaKyibega0°29’6” S 30°51’48” E
Road to Bwindi Forest Park - Part 2

As the journey continued we progressed to a different terrain of wide plains of more separated trees interspersed with those same candelabra trees of the Kenyan game parks near Naprobi. Some villages became noticeably more rural and evocative of an earlier tribal Africa described in the early 20th century novels such as 'Out of Africa'. Women working hard, bent double, in the fields, and others carrying large water containers back from the river on their heads, dressed more traditionally in African sarongs rather than the modern dress in the cities like Kampala and surrounding villages. There was also noticeably less waving to us 'mzungu' (the Swahili name for foreigners meaning 'aimless wanderer'!) which has been a feature of our journey so far (especially from excited little children). There was more a look of slightly disinterested bemusement on the faces of the locals as we passed by, our pale white faces looking out, like some kind of strange tourist freak show. We stopped for lunch and saw a sizeable herd of the Ankore cattle and I was able to get some close up photos. Often, the driver, talked about how their name derives from the Ankore tribe who bred the cattle. He also told me name of the traditional, brightly coloured, sarong-type dresses that some of the Ugandan women wear is called the Kakoye? Often is a veritable font of knowledge about the local wildlife, landscape, and peoples on this journey as well as being a superb driver, mechanic, cook, and probably many other things - he is Kenyan and quite a remarkable individual who stays calm and equitable no matter how stressful the situation as our recent truck stranding demonstrated. He has a nice sense of humour, but is also made of stern stuff should the occasion require. His son, Ronnick, is also a lovely young man and drove us on the Lake Nakuru safari and will also drive us on the forthcoming Masai Mara game reserve safari. As we left our lunch stop Often stopped the truck again to show us a majestic, tufted, dark 'brown snake eagle' perched atop a tall dead tree, twisting his head regally surveying the surrounding landscape for his serpent prey.We arrived at Bunyonyi Overland Resort which is a lovely campsite overlooking Lake Bunyoni which is a beautiful long lake which is the deepest in East Africa. This will be the kicking off point for my chimpanzee and gorilla treks.Læs mere
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- Dag 9
- tirsdag den 3. december 2019 kl. 05.59
- ⛅ 15 °C
- Højde: 5.932 ft
UgandaLasachi1°15’27” S 30°0’34” E
Chimpanzee Trek in Kalinzu Park

I got up at the ungodly hour of 4.30am to start the journey to the chimpanzee trek with four of my fellow travellers. We arrived at the the forest about two and a half hours later where we would be searching for chimpanzees. The van parked up and we received a debriefing from the park guide. We put on our waterproofs and walked deep into dense tropical rain forest which was an amazing experience in itself with bird calls and insect sounds all around. After only about 20 minutes trekking through the wet lush forest, the guide stopped and pointed forwards - just ahead of us on the path was a large chimp walking slowly away - I was moved to tears by this simple primal scene - we continued walking forward and saw the chimpanzee again, and again he moved on. Then the guide took us off the main path and into the forest - we saw another chimpanzee way up and moving through the trees. He/she then climbed down the tree and moved off not far from us. Then the guide, who was being helped by other guides, took us to a spot where there was a fantastic view of a large older male chimpanzee, (named George by the park wardens) relaxing langorously in the tree above - I got some wonderful photos and video of him. Then another guide directed us to where there was a female chimp with her young - again I got some wonderful footage of the young chimp moving through the trees back towards his/her mother. We saw other chimpanzees sitting and moving through the trees high above us. Finally we spent some more time watching the young chimp resting in branches at the edge of tree - seeing his small feet and hands moving and scratching was beautiful. Overall, we spent about two hours with the chimpanzees which felt like such a privilege and something I found deeply moving and affecting - the scene felt so primal and eternal. Occasionally, the chimpanzees would look down at us curiously before returning to their rest. The guide said that the chimpanzees feed from 6am and then rest between 9-10am which is when we saw them. Eventually, we moved on leaving the chimpanzees to their lives. The guide showed us certain trees including a fig tree which is the chimpanzees favourite to eat. He also showed us a tree name? with fascinating shaped nuts. He also showed me the dominant tree name? of the rainforest. On our return to the starting point we walked through beautiful green rainforest and saw black and white colabus monkeys and I was again able to get some lovely footage. We left the forest and returned to the van through a tea plantation where the workers looked at us curiously and waved at us shyly. I felt extremely lucky to have experienced wild chimpanzees at such close quarters - an unforgettable experience.Læs mere
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- Dag 10
- onsdag den 4. december 2019 kl. 04.52
- ☁️ 14 °C
- Højde: 6.401 ft
UgandaChabahinga1°16’15” S 29°56’21” E
Gorilla Trek - Bwindi Forest Park

It was another early start at 4.30am for a 5.30 two hour drive in a 4x4 vehicle with our driver Amos to the mountain gorilla trek in Bwindi Impenetrable Forest Park. We started in the dark, but the final section through stunning mountain scenery with cloud filled valleys is some of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. You could see why the film about Diane Fossey was called ‘Gorillas in the Mist’! The people in the rural villages we passed through had a the rugged, impassive look of mountain people. The women wore traditional, patterned sarong like dresses with similarly patterned scarves. The children were delightfully cute and waved eagerly at us as we passed by. The people lived in humble mud brick dwellings and were clearly very poor. They worked hard long days in the fields, but also had a lively and energetic disposition which was apparent later in the evening when they congregated in their villages where there was quite a buzz. We arrived at the starting point of the trek where we received a debriefing from one of the park rangers. We learned that there is no longer any poaching of gorillas thanks to the funding that the park receives from trekking permits and that the gorilla numbers are slowly increasing. He also let us know that there are elephants in the park which were cut off from their natural habitat of the savanna grasslands when the park was created in 1981. There are also monkeys, antelope and many species of birds in the park which is around 350 square kilometres (check?). There were about 40 people at the debriefing and we were all split into smaller groups. I took another 45 minute drive through even more stunning mountain countryside and rural villages in the 4x4 car with my fellow travellers with Brian, Jemma (tour leader) and Grant. We were also joined by a Dutch couple. Our trekking guide, Benjamin, put a lot of pressure on us to take a porter to carry our bags – we resisted this, but could later see why he wanted us to take one. We started the trek with a punishing mile long climb up a track to where the ‘community forest’ began – the community forests are on the edge of the park forest and are set aside for the local people to use and maintain so that they don't damage the wild forest (there used to pygmys living in the park forests but they were controversially removed when the forest was created). We entered the wild, lush and verdant rainforest and descended a long way down the path to the valley floor. It had rained heavily overnight and the path was extremely muddy and slippery which made the going very difficult. The Dutch woman particularly struggled, fell several times and then became very anxious about negotiating difficult sections of the path which made our progress as a group very slow. We all got very muddy very quickly. The consolation was that the rainforest views were beautiful, primal and densely packed with trees and plants. We trudged through this challenging, steep sided terrain over many streams for three hours and all became quite weary. At last we entered the area where the ‘spotters' who had already found the gorillas were waiting for us. The guides hacked through the dense Bush up a steep incline to where a forest family of eighteen gorillas were methodically and contentedly feeding. I caught my first glimpse of an adult female gorilla passing through the undergrowth below. After some more hacking by the spotters, we came out to where the lead silverback male gorilla was stripping foliage and having his fill. He looked towards us to acknowledge our presence and continued eating. However, as we got closer to take photos, we clearly got too close for his comfort and he made a sudden and very dramatic mock charge, and we were faced with an intimidating wall of gorilla muscle with his huge arms planted in huge fists on the ground. To say that this was a frightening encounter with a wild animal would be an understatement and and I couldn't stop my instinct to step backwards even though we were told not to move or run away if a gorilla came towards us – easier said than done! The dominant silverback had clearly made his point and he returned to eating. I got some nice photos and videos before he moved gracefully and easily into the undergrowth where we were staggering, stumbling and falling. The spotters hacked through more brush and we followed. We came across a young female gorilla eating contentedly and expertly stripping all the leaves from a stalk in one go, folding them into her mouth and devouring. Apparently, gorillas have very tough tongues so that they can eat foods such as thorny brambles with blackberries which is one of their favourite foods. We then moved on to a very touching family scene where an infant gorilla was clambering over his/her mother and the mother gently picked him up by the legs and tended to him. We went on to have lovely views of the family group who were all around us. I watched the male silverback again munching through copious amounts of leaves with a young gorilla nearby. Our final view was of a young female gorilla with her back turned but she looked around briefly for our final encounter with the mountain gorillas – it was hard to leave this very special moment which felt like a great privilege to witness. It was now time for the long trudge back out of the rainforest. We quickly stopped to eat our packed lunch and then continued back along the very challenging, wet and muddy path. By this point most of the group had gone onto the wet mud and strand over their shoes. Brian and the Dutch woman really started to struggle with tiredness and dehydration. Just to add to our woes the heavens opened and it poured down with rain for over one and a half hours. I perversely enjoyed being in the rain and experience the rainforest in one of its frequent climates (however, I wasn’t looking forward to trying to dry my wet, muddy clothes at the rainy campsite later!) The views through the rainforest were beautiful and evocative of very ancient times. We saw a small antelope name? across the river feeding with it’s small tail spinning like a tiny white propellor. We then had the long wet climb back out of the valley to the starting point – again the Dutch women really struggled even with the help of her porter and progress was painfully slow. We finally got back to starting point very late in the after very exhausted after our tough six hour trek. The guide then proceeded to give us a talk on the gorillas and had organised singing and dancing by local women which was very nice, but felt uncomfortably colonial and we were all feeling too exhausted to enjoy. We were given a certificate of our success on completing the gorilla trek – just about in a few cases! We were then invited to tip the guides and buy trinkets on the craft shop on site. I have found the expectation of tips for every service in East Africa very challenging. I only had large 50000 shilling notes (approx. $13) and had already given one to the spotters who hacked their way to give us views of the gorillas but then felt guilty for not having enough to give the other spotter! I had the same dilemma about giving tips to the many guides present and took time deciding whether to buy small fridge magnets of gorilla faces. Suddenly, everyone was getting in the car to go and I had to join them without buying anything or tipping the guides and felt even more guilty. I will try to keep smaller denominations of notes for future tipping to try and avoid this in future. We started the long drive back through the mountains to our campsite and passed the vibrant villages in the evening. The driver, Amos, got lost in the fading light a couple of times, but eventually brought us out at the other end of the lake Buryani which is so long that it took over an hour to drive its length. We arrived back at the rainy campsite wet, cold, tired and a bit miserable. I found somewhere in my tent to put my wet and muddy clothes and shoes and got a well needed meal of chilli beans and rice at the campsite restaurant. I then got a hot shower and went to bed. I reviewed my gorilla photos and finally got to sleep at about midnight to dream of gorillas in the mist.Læs mere
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- Dag 11
- torsdag den 5. december 2019 kl. 09.16
- ☁️ 17 °C
- Højde: 6.453 ft
UgandaChabahinga1°16’16” S 29°56’22” E
Truck Journey to Musanze, Rwanda

The combination of getting up so early for four days in a row, the exhausting gorilla trek the previous day, and that it had been raining on the tent when I went to sleep and still raining on the tent when I woke up, meant that my mood and morale was low. I got up at 6am but then discovered the truck was leaving later at 9am because of the rain. I had some breakfast of oats and toast with honey, put my possessions in the truck storage under my seat, and packed up my soaking wet tent. We set off for our next destination, Musanze, Rwanda.The journey has some of the most spectacular scenery I’ve ever seen with vast vistas of mountains and hills covered with steep small fields and trees. One of the views in particular was an immense vista of hills and mountains stretching for mile after mile. The valleys were often filled with large lakes such as the long Lake Boryani which we finally left behind after about an hour's drive. The people and especially the children still waved on route, but nearer the Rwandan border the mischievous children were noticeably more aggressive in asking for money/pens and some threw sticks at the truck or tried to jump on the back if they didn’t get what they wanted. We crossed the Rwanda border without too much difficulty. The first thing to notice was that we were now in a French speaking country and were driving on the right hand side of the road. The people and culture were already noticeably different. The houses were generally more wealthy and the roads were lined with trees. The people’s waves and acknowledgements were also more friendly than the last part of Uganda. We arrived at our next place, Fatima camp, which is an old convent complex of buildings in Musanze under the shadow of a huge volcano, Karisimbi, that had been dominating the skyline of our jouney for over half an hour. We were all given twin en suite rooms rather than the dorm rooms we were expecting which was an unexpected and welcome luxury after our miserable wet camp the night before. However, I was exhausted and had been given the task and responsibility of cooking for the rest of the group along with two others – Jesse and Kristin. This made me miserable as I had cooked only two days before and just wanted to rest and sleep after an exhausting few days. Very kindly, my fellow traveller Brian, a gentle and kind Irishman with a good wit and a stutter, and who I was sharing the same twin room with, very kindly offered to take my place on the cooking group. After some initial reluctance to impose on Brian, I gratefully agreed and was able to clean my muddy waterproofs and boots from the previous day’s mudfest of a gorilla trek and was able to get a couple of hours of desperately needed rest on a comfy bed. In the evening I discovered that part of the reason for my tiredness was that I’d contracted a mild stomach virus. I did sleep well and felt a little more rested and refreshed the following morning.Læs mere
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- Dag 12
- fredag den 6. december 2019 kl. 09.49
- ⛅ 20 °C
- Højde: 6.007 ft
RwandaRuhengeri Airport1°30’12” S 29°38’12” E
Musanze to Kigali, Rwanda

I got a good night's sleep at the Fatima Camp and felt more rested and refreshed in the morning despite the mild stomach virus I'd contracted. I went to the Diane Fossey museum in Musanze, trying out my French to ask for directions along the way. The museum was an interesting insight into the different species of gorillas that live in Africa. The Volcanoes National Park looks like a fascinating area. It also left me wanting to learn more about Diane Fossey and her legacy in Gorilla conservation. It was good to learn more about Gorilla 'society' and behaviour after seeing them in the flesh so recently. I went for a tea in a local cafe which also had a small craft shop and an artist painting African animals in the garden. This Rwandan town had a very nice vibrant and creative culture which is noticeably different to Uganda. The people seem bright and friendly so that it's hard to imagine the terrible genocide that occurred in this country 25 years ago. The volcanoes that loom over this town are huge and awe inspiring, dominating the skyline and creating their own weather of rising clouds around their summits. We continued through more beautiful mountain vistas seeing a string of volcano peaks in the far distance. Kigali eventually appeared as a city nestled awkwardly in the mountains somehow incongruous in the green surrounding landscape. We visited the Memorial to the Rwandan genocide in 1994, which was a harrowing and detailed account of the circumstances leading up to the genocide, the awful experiences of the genocide itself, the aftermath and Rwanda's attempts to come to terms with what happened. I was left feeling quite numbed by the sheer scale of a million people being killed in so short a space of time and how people can commit such atrocities on their fellow men, women and children. We arrived at the 'Discover Rwanda Kigali Hostel which was a big drop in the standard of accommodation compared to the last excellent place in Musanze. Everyone got a dorm bed as noone fancied putting up their tents in the dark and the rain. We all went out for a meal in Kigale to say goodbye to four of our fellow travellers who are ending their African journey tomorrow.Læs mere
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- Dag 13
- lørdag den 7. december 2019 kl. 09.00
- 🌧 21 °C
- Højde: 4.633 ft
RwandaRwampara1°56’47” S 30°4’37” E
Journey from Kigali to Kayonza

We had a later start to our journey today at 2pm, so it was lovely to have a restful and relaxing morning at the hostel catching up with social media and the highlights of the Liverpool football games I'd missed. The times for rest and recuperation have been few and far between on this trip, so it was very welcome to have a morning's break. A big, rumbling thunderstorm rolled around Kigali as we said our sad farewells to four members of our trip, Linda, her daughter Heather, and 'English' Sam. The other Sam from Dubai was also leaving the trip today but said his goodbyes last night as he was off to a pottery course today. On the truck we mused about the very unusual amount of rain we have been getting on this trip so far which makes the camping far more challenging for our morale. It will be nice to be journeying towards the summer season when we head down to the southern hemisphere in Namibia and South Africa - although we may have the excessive heat to complain about then! We drove through more lush green countryside with many banana plants which seemed to be the staple crop of this region. We arrived at our next stop, the Urugo Women's Opportunity Center near Kayonza. This women's centre has been set up to give local women the opportunity to develop their talents and to make some income. There was a roadside cafe and two craft shops with lovely handmade produce such as woven baskets, paintings formed out of dried banana leaves, small animal sculptures, bracelets, necklaces, and many other craft pieces all fashioned by local women. They also had camping and accommodation as another source of revenue. None of us fancied putting up our wet tents in the rain so we all upgraded to dorm rooms and safari tents. I booked a large safari tent which was the very definition of the term 'glamping' although the cold en suite shower didn't feel quite so luxurious. A women's choir sang a beautiful and evocative African melody on the site as part of their choir practice, some of which I managed to record on my phone. We had some dinner and got an early night for an early start at 6am tomorrow and a very long drive across the Tanzanian border.Læs mere
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- Dag 14
- søndag den 8. december 2019 kl. 07.43
- ☁️ 18 °C
- Højde: 5.135 ft
RwandaKibaya Il2°9’30” S 30°34’42” E
Journey from Kayonza to Nyakanazi

It was another very early start for a long day's journey in the truck. We travelled over unusually well constructed roads through more beautiful, misty mountain countryside full of banana plantations and paddy fields. The people looked at us in open mouthed, and wide eyed astonishment, waving at us with smiles and cheers - it seems not many white people pass this way as we seemed a real novelty. Rwanda is an unexpectedly wonderful country with a rich, vibrant, creative culture and friendly, welcoming people. It was a Sunday and many of the women were in their Sunday best in brightly coloured and patterned dresses and head scarves sometimes with babies strapped in pouches on their backs. Their broad smiles and friendly waves to us as we passed was so heart warming. We continued through the verdant countryside and passed the border with Tanzania, with the usual mild anxiety, but without too much difficulty. The contrast in terrain on the Tanzanian side of the border was remarkable. We found ourselves in wild country again, after the cultivated countryside of Rwanda, with huge valleys filled with trees mixed with lush scrub and grassland - some of my favourite countryside so far. Huge storks flapped into the trees, large snake eagles sat silently still in the trees. Occasional marshy areas at the bottom of the valleys were teeming with dragonflies, insects and bird life. The roads also deteriorated markedly with ditches and potholes causing us all to bounce around the truck and slowing our pace to an average of about 20mph - we were now back on the left hand side of the road and one hour forwards again on the clock. We stopped for lunch by the roadside in the middle of a wide valley surrounded by hills and lush countryside. The weather became hot and humid in contrast to the cool of the morning air. As the truck rattled, bounced and rolled into the afternoon through ever denser forest, the horizon grew grey and the inevitable billowing clouds of the rainy season loomed ahead - an epic landscape meeting an epic sky. As the skies continued to thicken, we entered a landscape of high, rocky escarpment valleys dotted with villages of mud brick, thatched houses and the older traditional roundhouses which harked back to more ancient tribal times. The rains finally came as we approached the campsite. We had rolled up the tarpaulin sides of the truck as we usually do to get an unrestricted view, but had to roll it down quickly as the heavy rain poured in. We arrived at the accommodation, Sayari Guest House and Bar, in Nyakanazi which was right next to the town community centre where locals were watching a football match between Kenya and Tanzania on TV in a large hall as we arrived. Excited young children were also buzzing around us. There was a small bar where we got drinks. This place felt like authentic Africa far from the tourist trail. The accommodation was run by a female matriarch and her female employees. We were shown to our rooms with a toilet and intermittent electricity but no running water. We were cooked a traditional African meal of spice infused rice, bean stew, sliced cabbage and a green nutty flavoured mash of pumpkin leaves - the meal was absolutely delicious. We talked with a Brazilian couple, James and Gabby, fellow travellers on our trip, about travel, politics and the environmental crisis, as moths circled around the lights above, and the electricity failed several times, plunging us all into the darkness of the African night. I then retired for an early night ahead of yet another 6am start to the next day's journey.Læs mere
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- Dag 15
- mandag den 9. december 2019 kl. 07.26
- ☁️ 18 °C
- Højde: 4.094 ft
TanzaniaBwanga3°1’48” S 31°45’36” E
Journey from Nayakanazi to Mwanza

It was another very early start and the Muslim call to prayer could be heard evocatively outside my mosquito screened, metal barred, window at 5.30am. Tanzania is a predominantly Muslim country but also with a large Christian population as we witnessed yesterday on our journey with a Christian wedding and families going to Sunday church. We set off in the pitch dark with the black silhouettes of acacia trees slowly appearing in their multitudes in the pre-dawn gloom by the roadside. We had reached where the new road is being laid, so were able to make quicker progress than we did on yesterday's appalling road surfaces. The colourless palour of the night gave way to the pale greens of the seemingly endless trees and scrublands in the milky dawn light. Occasional, internally lit, humble, mud brick farm-steads served as small beacons along our way. The red ochres of the rich Africn soils lifted out of the receding darkness beneath the grey, leaden skies of a rain filled night. Tall, thin, black figures in brightly patterned, warming, shawls could be seen walking along the roadside on their way to a long hard day's work in the fields. Herders tapped their long-horned cattle encouragingly with gnarly sticks and others chased their goats fom the roadside. Suddenly, through a slither in the cloud cover, the blazing orange fire of an African sunrise could be seen glowing like an ember from an overnight camp fire. I hovered between wakefulness and sleep and mused dreamily about what new experiences this day would bring as we rattled our way towards the sandy beaches on the southern shores of the great Lake Victoria. Soon the trickle of people on the roadside became a flood, with many cycling on old, but well maintained, bicycles and others carrying hoes and other farming implements over their shoulders as the activities of the Tanzanian morning came into their full, energetic, swing.
We stopped in a small town for some breakfast and found some sweet chai tea in a street stall which was warmly reviving. We then ordered some capattis for breakfast. One of our fellow travellers, Gabby, helped the woman on the street stall make the capattis which gathered an audience of fascinated, cute, local children wearing skirts, shorts, t-shirts, flip-flops, and some with patterned shawls wrapped about their heads like their mothers. We were far from the tourist trail, so this was a very authentic experience of an African town, where the people rarely see white westerners and were charging non-tourist prices of a few cents for food and drinks. A four foot high marabou stork prowled the streets with it's long, stick-like, gangly legs, large beak and 'old man's' head, looking to scavenge any leftovers from the food stalls. A man tried to shoe it away, but the large stork gave back as good as it got and snapped back with it's long beak. Chickens and ducks more successfully took tit-bits from the used pots and pans. A young girl with her two younger siblings said 'hello, how are you?' to me and was keen to practice the English she was learning in school. She was gratified that I complimented her English speaking and crossed the road, siblings in tow, to continue her day and her life. We got on the bus, waved goodbye to the attendant children, and headed back into the African scrublands with high hills growing in the distance. As we approached Lake Victoria, unusual rounded rock formations thrust up through the greenery and more traditional roundhouses appeared in the landscape, with waving children running after the truck. We arrived at a small terminal where the ferry would take us across a weed filled bay in the lake. The storm clouds gathered over the lake as we waited for the ferry to cross, but fortunately the rain didn't start until we debarked on the other side. I had a Tanzanian street food staple called 'chips mayai' which is fried chips with added eggs to form a kind of messy omelette - it wasn't the tastiest meal but it filled a lunch sized hole.
We arrived in Mwanza just as the Tanzanian president, dubiously re-elected without opposition two weeks ago, was giving a speech in the town stadium. The traffic was therefore held up and the streets were thronging with people of all kinds including many women in richly coloured, patterned dresses and some cool looking rastafarians. We eventually got to our destination, Tunza Beach Resort, and camped right by the lake beach where the waves were rolling in. Lake Victoria is so big that it's like an inland sea, so it felt like camping by the sea. I put up my tent, ordered a 'catch of the day' (Nile Perch) fish dinner (putting my veganism on hold), put my swim shorts on and went for an evening swim. The sea was fairly warm, which made for a lovely dip. A kite (bird of prey) flew above me curiously and descended to just a few feet above my head, looking me right in the eye with a piercing look. Large pied kingfishers also hovered above looking for fish below the water's glassy surface. The evening sun was shining brightly with only wispy clouds, making for a bit of a Tanzanian paradise. Later, I walked up to a local high street with fellow traveller, Steph, where I managed to buy my first African sim card for the princely sum of a thousand shillings which is equivalent to 50p sterling - However, I couldn't get it to work in my phone. I then spent the evening on the beach, watching the waves rolling in and the sun slowly going down, the horizon going golden and the shadows lengthening. Crabs scuttled across the sands and a long canoe like fishing boat crossed the bay. Small song birds skipped through the trees eating from their large seed pods. After dinner, I played pool with my fellow travellers, then retired to my tent under starry skies and listened to the rhythm of the waves on the shore to help me fall into sleep and dreams of Africa.Læs mere
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- Dag 16
- tirsdag den 10. december 2019 kl. 09.55
- ☁️ 20 °C
- Højde: 3.809 ft
TanzaniaKihangara2°34’54” S 33°22’36” E
Journey from Mwanza to Musoma

The waves were gently lapping the lake shore as I awoke with a good night's sleep, after I had given up trying to mend the broken zip on my tent - luckily it didn't rain. I ordered an omelette and beans from the camp restaurant and ate it by the beach with the wide view over the lake and watched the many long, thin fishing boats bobbing over the calm waters. Midge like flies attended the shore and hoards of small insects had invaded the fly sheet of my tent as I packed it away. This lake shore was teeming with life, both welcome and unwelcome. After admiring the beautiful view one more time, and with a kite swooping low over my head, I boarded the truck for the next stage of our journey through Africa. It was another long trip to our next campsite on another lake shore beach. We drove back through Mwanza which was a very scruffy and dilapidated town, contrasted with the beautiful rounded rock formations that rise above it on all sides. The morning Tanzanian rush hour was in full swing. We headed out of Mwanza into a flat plained, heavily cultivated area, with women and their very young children tilling.and hoeing the fields, all waving back with big smiles as we passed. The land was still interspersed with these large and fascinating rock formations. As we crossed a river which had burst its banks, we could see the extent of the flooding in the agricultural land all around. Dozens of small, bright blue and red lizards had taken refuge on the roadside and scampered over the hot surface. Further on, there were more traditional thatched roundhouses mixed with more recent mud-brick budings and other more modern buildings in the towns with corrugated iron rooves. Women carried large loads of vegetables in sacks on their heads and wore their traditional highly patterned wraparound dresses. We waved and were waved back to by countless adults and children with smiles and acknowledgements. We passed the western edge of the Serenghetti reserve and saw zebra, impala and wildebeest in the far distance. There was another badly flooded river which extended flood waters far out into the Serengeti plains. The landscape was enclosed by a long line rocky mountains which dominated the skyline for many miles. We stopped for lunch in a small town in the shadow of the mountains, and I enjoyed some beans in sauce, spinach, vegetables and a flavoured rice. As we continued our journey after lunch, the landscape opened out again into huge wide plains and deep green mountains. The afternoon storm clouds began to gather in immense plumes over the mountains and we were soon engulfed in heavy rain and a lightning storm. We had to stop to buy food at a local supermarket and a fruit and vegetables market. There was a lot of flooding and those of us food shopping got absolutely soaked. We arrived at the 'Tembo Beach Hotel' in heavy rain with the lake waves smashing into the front wall and sending plumes of water spray high into the air. The nearby camping ground did not look inviting and all but one of us, Steph, decided to upgrade to rooms. I booked a nice twin room with my colleague and 'roomy' Brian. We could see Steph out the window, battling to put up her tent in the strong wind and rain. Needless to say, we could only admire her bravery and resilience. We had a late dinner, and I had a great conversation about sports, politics and the environment with a young, intelligent, Canadian fellow traveller, Vincent. I got an early night as we had another very early start at 6am the following day.Læs mere
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- Dag 17
- onsdag den 11. december 2019 kl. 06.48
- ☁️ 19 °C
- Højde: 3.730 ft
TanzaniaMusoma Airport1°29’18” S 33°48’18” E
Journey from Musoma to Kisii

Weariness had gathered around me like yesterday's storm clouds as I rose for another 6am start. In contrast, the weather outside had calmed and the Lake surface was still as pale blue glass, gently lapping and nudging the red sands. A small, pure white egret stalked along the shoreline and pied kingfishers hovered and dived into the milky, reflective waters. The distant, weather wipped, clouds glowed shades of pastel yellows, salmon pinks, and buff blues as the sun began to rise behind their tumolt. We had a quick breakfast of cereals and toast and then set off, without further ado, for our next destination, Kisii in Kenya. We passed bulbous rock formations that guard the lake perimeter, and rose up steadily into dense layers of yellowing mists, dividing the distances between the trees into different shades of green. We passed into rocky mountainous valleys with rounded domes growing all around. Wispy mists descended the slopes and the rising sun cast long shadows across the escarpments. Great rounded boulders balanced impossibly on high peaks. We descended into a vast open plain skirted by more mountains sunk in airy lakes of white clouds. The morning sun gained in strength and sparkled the passing trees, fields of corn and sunflowers with white reflected fire. Round, thatched, earthen huts sat in the landscape as if they had grown out of the dusty soil like termite mounds. Their doorways were often occupied by mother's cooking breakfast for their children who were running and playing in the front yards delineated by rough stick fences. We began to pass through small Tanzanian towns with the usual morning hustle and bustle. We reached the Kenyan border and had a relatively easy transit with friendly border officials asking me if I had enjoyed my safaris, and welcoming me back to Kenya. As we approached Kisii the road deteriorated badly where it was being resurfaced and we were all bounced around mercilessly which, along with breathing the dust thrown up from the mud surface, was very tiring. Cars and bikes overtook on all sides, and any rules of the road that exist in Kenya (of which there are few discernable, save driving on the left hand side of the road) seem to go out of the window. Eventually, and to everyone's relief, the road returned to tarmac, our purgatory was temporarily suspended, and we could make quicker progress towards our destination again. We stopped in a soapstone carving factory near Kisii where they showed us how local people make decorated soapstone carvings using stone from a nearby quarry. The local children asked for sweets and were given some. We reached the campsite/hotel, Itibo Resort, and the moment the truck engine stopped a torrential thunderstorm struck and we were all forced to upgrade to rooms. The daily rainstorms just as we are about to camp is definitely affecting my morale and my bank balance - it has been relentless since my arrival in Africa. There are reports of serious flooding throughout East Africa with landslides and many people killed. It seems that unheard of levels of rain are falling due to disrupted weather patterns over the Indian Ocean. It seems that climate change and extreme weather events are affecting Africa as well as every other continent in this world.Læs mere

Hi Scott, just catching up on your travels... what an adventure! Beautiful photos and great writing. Glad to hear/see you are having an amazing time. Love these photos around Lake Victoria, that sky! Take care, Beth xx
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- torsdag den 12. december 2019 kl. 06.09
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KenyaAtebwo Sub-Location0°58’48” S 35°31’30” E
Journey from Kisii to the Masai Mara

A pale yellow full moon graced the black, tree silhouetted horizon, and myriad stars blinked in the inky pre-dawn sky as I arose at 5am for our long day journeying to the Masai Mara for an eagerly anticipated safari drive in the late afternoon and evening. The horizon then turned almost imperceptibly into a translucent mango orange edged with strawberry pinks as the truck engine roared into life and we departed the Itobo Resort campsite for the next adventure. The headlights of the Kisii early morning rush hour traffic bounced and bobbed over the muddy road, with old style motorbikes, the vehicle of choice for young African men, along with vans filled to bursting with brave souls clinging to the outsides. African mornings are filled with a humming vitality of human life, people setting up their street markets, engaged in lively conversations and bartering their produce. The road then wound it's way up into the mountains and we looked down over valleys filled with billowing white cloud seas. We descended into thick mists as some of us travellers on the bus debated issues relating to the UK general election happening that day, ways of managing the economy and the NHS. We drew out of the morning mists and entered an area of large heavily cultivated fields stretching into long wide plains dotted with clumps of acacia trees, and the shadows of clouds beneath a strengthening sun. We arrived in Narok which seems to be a way-station for travellers to the Masai Mara, and had a large number of 'street cattle' mingling easily with the busy traffic. We bought lunch in a local supermarket and then boarded our safari vehicles, small green vans with lift up rooves for viewing the animals, and set off with our friendly driver. Alex, for our accommodation, Mara Springs Safari Camp, in the Masai Mara reserve.Læs mere
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- Dag 18
- torsdag den 12. december 2019 kl. 11.54
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KenyaEwaso Ng’iro1°8’53” S 35°46’8” E
The Masai Mara

The name 'Masai Mara' itself evokes our images of wildest Africa and it was impossible not to be excited to visit this legendary place. After a while we descended into a vast plain with high escarpments of the rift valley on the horizon. We began to see people with the distinctive red and black checked shawls of the Masai tribe. Alex, the driver, informed me that predatory animals fear the Masai and run away when they see the red shawls. We then started seeing the animals - an ostrich walked nonchalantly by close to the passing van. Herds of wildebeest and zebra appeared in the distance. We saw a giraffe, its enormous neck bowed, and two vultures in a nearby tree. We passed a big Masai cattle market thronging with tall, lean people looking elegant and dignified in their wraparound Masai shawls. This seemed like a people that still walked proud and adhered to their cultural traditions. We entered another vast flat plane of low trees and grasses, surrounded by high hills of the rift valley. We arrived at the camp lodge down a long bumpy path and settled into the safari tent we'd booked which was quite basic with a few insect visitors and geckos already in residence. Thunder rumbled ominously around the campsite as we waited to depart, hoping the weather would be kinder to us this time. A tame family of vervet monkeys frolicked in the garden including a very cute infant gaining confidence to leave his mother's side.
The Masai Mara driving safari started at 3pm and we headed off in two vans down a very bumpy mud track past many Masai men, women and children. One Masai warrior walked past in impressive full dress, adorned with earrings and his hair folded at the front into a bulging fringe and royal blue wraparound. We passed through the gates of the park guarded by a man in uniform and with a gun, and drove out into the open country of the reserve. I was struck dumb by the awesome vista before us. The grassy plains stretched out below us to impossibly vast distances to rises that seemed hundreds of miles away. I have never seen a comparable view in my life before. As we drove on into the park along muddy, riven tracks, great skies filled with huge storms heightened the overwhelming sense of vast expanses of nature. Very soon we began to see wild animals. Herds of Thompson's gazelle, topi, impala and eland browsed near the track as we passed. Suddenly, we saw an adult cheetah lying relaxedly in the grass, tail swishing. Then in the distance I saw my first African elephants - there was quite a large herd of ten or more including young elephants and at least one big male with white tusks gleaming in the sun as he vied for dominance with another male. You could hear their loud trumpeting even at a distance. Next we came across about four adult giraffe very close to our track, bending their long necks low to feed on the brush below. Further down the road we saw two ostriches close by, one raising its wings in a 'can-can' style display. After the other van got stuck in the mud a couple of times and had to be towed out, we entered an area teeming with antelope, gazelles, zebra, eland and warthogs all grazing together on either side of us. We saw a large, gloriously named, 'Glorious Bastard' bird stepping through the grasses. Then things got really exciting - the driver got a tip off on his radio and headed off at break neck speed down miles of very wet muddy tracks, slipping and sliding and almost getting stuck on several occasions. As we came over the brow of the hill we understood, to our astonishment, the meaning of all his efforts - a large pride of lions were hunched over a zebra kill, feeding lustily. There was a large male, several females and younger lions watching on. Behind us sat a jackal and a vulture waiting for their turn to feed. We watched this primal scene of lions feeding for several minutes before the storm looming over finally began to pelt us with huge drops of rain. Reluctantly, we left the lions to their meal and embarked on another hair-raising journey back up through the wet muddy tracks in pouring rain, lightning flashing in the distance. As we drove up to the rise, the rain abated and we saw a fantastic illuminated rainbow on the horizon. The driver managed to do a 360 degree spin in the mud which made me feel like we were in a 'dodgems' ride in a vast fairground. Then, just when we thought we were done for the day, we came across five cheetah walking purposefully through the grass in the evening light. We managed to drive off road right up to them and I had a precious moment with a cheetah walking past a few feet away from my open window - I could see her chest moving and sense her sentience and breath of life - it was a humbling, emotional and unforgettable moment. But the Masai Mara was not yet done with us - moments later in the fading light we saw a herd of elephants, including young elephants, close to the road. We watched a large elephant cross the road in front of us, shaking his head, ears flapping, as he headed off into the evening gloom. As we returned through the park the cloud filled horizon turned burnt orange with the setting sun and we had the final classic image of an acacia tree silhouetted against an African sunset sky. We returned to the Mara Springs Safari Camp having witnessed far more than we ever imagined. We had a good meal cooked for us by a chef who joined our party especially to cook for us. Over dinner we recounted and reminisced our experiences of the day. I retired early to bed to write my journal, and could hear hyenas mewing in the dim distance as I turned out the light to sleep. Wild Africa seemed all surrounding and filling my dreams.
I slept well, and got up at 5am for a second early morning safari. The large, nearly full, moon was pristine white in the silky pre-dawn sky. The air was cool and refreshing. After a quick cup of tea we started our second safari drive. As we entered the park, the sun was already catching fire to the pre-dawn clouds over the far hills and the pale yellowing moon descended towards the horizon behind silhouettes of acacia trees, creating another classic African scene. The views over the endless plains in the dawn light, with rising mists in the valleys were breathtaking and you could feel the ancient spirit of this ageless land. Impala, Thompson's gazelle and topi began appearing, munching through seemingly inexhaustible grasslands. We saw two wildebeest, dark and rugged, with their long shaggy neck hair blowing in the morning breeze. We were rewarded with more spectacular views over the plains on all sides. We saw two giraffes close by the road - one was a small, slight and paler youngster, looking at us seemingly dumbfounded. We worked our way across marshy tracks to where lions had been spotted - I caught a tantalising glimpse of a lion moving through bushes but nothing more. As we drove back up the incline we passed some marshy ground where a loud chorus of frog song filled our ears. As the drive progressed we realised that we weren't going to be treated to such a wildlife spectacle as the previous evening. It seemed that a lot of the bigger mammals had retreated to the bush to shelter from the strong morning sun. We therefore had to content ourselves with the awe inspiring views over the plains, which were brought into wonderful relief by the low sun, and the occasional antelope and warthog. On our return to the campsite we were provided with a nice cooked breakfast of omelettes and beans which we gulped down gratefully as we had only had biscuits and tea before the drive. We then faced a five hour drive back to Karen Camp which was the first campsite in Nairobi that we stayed in 18 days ago when we arrived in Africa - it felt more like six months ago with all I had experienced since then. The Masai Mara had been a deeply affecting wildlife and landscape experience which would never be forgotten. The image of a cheetah moving past me writhin a few feet kept recurring in my mind as we wound our way towards Nairobi.Læs mere
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- fredag den 13. december 2019 kl. 11.19
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KenyaNgarariga1°3’54” S 36°36’6” E
Journey back to Karen Camp, Nairobi

We set off back to Karen Camp, passing several Masai settlements and a whole village that was apparently on the move. The look of the Masai people is very striking in their strongly coloured red, blue or orange checked robes, the men carrying long sticks which, I imagine, would once have been spears. They are often very lean and tall people with long, thin, almost gaunt, faces, often with quite large protruding front teeth which doesn't detract from their handsome and dignified appearance. We returned to the main road and more familiar African towns with their multitude of shop fronts and strange names written in English above the door. I was feeling tired and quite 'travelled out' so sat quietly writing my journal as the five hours of travel slowly passed. After a couple of stops for food and refreshments, we approached Nairobi with Mount Suswa looming impressively ahead of us, cloud shadows skating down its vertiginous, jagged sides and a huge flat plain before it, accentuating its rugged grandeur. We then climbed up a very long incline behind slow lorries up to over 2300 metres with epic views over the rift valley plains far, far below. Street sellers had built fires under small, rickety wooden shacks to roast sweetcorn which they then precariously sold to lorry drivers by jumping up onto their cabs as they drove by. Sadly, we saw the result of the road traffic, 'no rules', chaos in Kenya when a poor woman stepped out in front of a van travelling on the wrong side of the road and was hit full square in the back - the van was not travelling quickly so hopefully the woman wasn't too badly injured but we couldn't stop to find out. We eventually arrived back at Karen camp and I set up my tent. It was nice to meet some of the staff again after my arrival over two weeks ago, which now felt like six months ago with all I'd experienced since then. We will have several fellow travellers leaving at this point of the trip and they will all be missed as it's been a very nice group to travel with. I said my goodbyes to those that are leaving and said hello to one of the six people who are now joining our trip for the next stage.Læs mere
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- Dag 20
- lørdag den 14. december 2019 kl. 09.52
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KenyaLang'ata1°22’36” S 36°44’48” E
Giraffes and Elephants, Nairobi

We met up with the six new travellers joining our trip in the morning, and headed out in taxis for the Giraffe Centre which is a sanctuary for the preservation of the Rothschild giraffe which is critically endangered in Kenya. In the centre there are a number of rescued giraffes which we were able to feed up close as they leaned down to take small food pellets from our hands. Some fed the giraffe pellets from their mouths, which seemed to me, a strange thing to do, but each to their own. It was a bit of a tourist photo opportunity, but the giraffe centre is involved in giraffe conservation helping to raise the number of Rothschild giraffes in Kenya from around 100 up to 700. We also had a presentation about three of the nine total species of giraffe in Aftica - The Masai, Rothschild and Reticulated giraffes who all have distinctive and different patterning and only produce barren offspring, like mules, if they hybridise. We met a very gentle and friendly female giraffe on the ground which bent down to take the pellet from my hand. It was lovely to get so close to these large animals. The giraffes have different personalities and one dominant male at the centre was more aggressive, head swiping tourists occasionally on a higher balcony. But on the whole, giraffes feel like very gentle souls up close and delicately take the food from your hand with their long (50cm in adults) sandpaper like tongues which are tough and quick healing for negotiating the acacia thorns when eating their favourite leaves in the wild. There was also a younger giraffe which had to reach up to feed from our hands on the balcony. After feeding the giraffes we were given a short talk about them and the conservation work of the giraffe centre.
We then drove on to the David Sheldrake Wildlife Trust, which is a sanctuary for orphaned elephants. We were ushered into a large roped, muddy arena surrounded by about a hundred tourists. About seven young orphaned elephants were feeding on branches with leaves, and moving around the arena. At times an elephant would come close enough for us to stroke its hide which was surprisingly soft and hairy to the touch. A member of the trust gave a talk about the elephants' history of being orphaned by poachers and the care and rehabilitation they receive at the centre. Over 200 elephants have now been rehabilitated and returned to the wild. At times the elephants became playful or boisterous and pushed towards the crowds, closely followed by their keepers trying to usher them back into the arena. The first elephants were then taken out of the arena and some larger youthful elephants were brought into the arena. These older elephants were fed milk from supersized bottles which one elephant held with its own trunk to drink. The elephants gave a rumbling purr of enjoyment as they drank the milk and one elephant that was wanting more milk made a bit of a frustrated charge towards one of the keepers which was rebuffed by the other keepers. It was special to see the young elephants at such close quarters for an hour and to get a feel for their intelligence, sensitivity, different personalities, and deep inward soulfulness.Læs mere