Karibuni Kenya

Once the safari was finished, we headed back to naivasha to rest up for a few days before Isaac began another safari with some Spanish doctors who were working in Kibera and Lake Turkana with a charity highway international.  Two of his guests were leaving earlier than the others, and so had opted to come to naivasha for a few days before going back home, while the others would be in the Mara with Isaac.  I was called in to help, organising the accomodation, and checking they got settled in to crater lake and had some game drives and walks to do before  picking them up with the boat the next day to take them to naivasha. 

The water was quite choppy and rain was heading our way, so although the boat trip started well, towards the end the two spanish were a bit concerned, constantly asking me if the motion of the boat from side to side was normal.   We arrived safely, though, and the next day headed for hells gate.  We were meant to do this by bike, butone of the guests had hurt her neck the previous day, so we had to go by car instead.  Thankfully Nigel was around and helped out, driving us around in his old banger, which remarkably still runs even thoguh it is filled qwith dust, the seats dont stand upright and it squeks constantly as it goes along.  That said, if in the right mindset it is a lot of fun and adds a bit of flavour to the safari. 

After finsihing their safari, including a walk through hells gate gorge some way off the beaten, unexplored track, I had only a little to do with the next guests – again taking the boat to crater lake and then picking the car up and driving it back to fishermans for their hells gate safari the next day.  It was all a good learning experience, and fortunately the guests were good people so it was also quite fun.  All the time, though, Isaac called me the garia garia, which basically means slave, although not quite, since I was doing a lot of the footwork.

Having finsihed the safaris we left for nairobi so to sort a few things out and so I could get my hair cut in a salon run by Leonard, the demon barber of Nairobi, someone i got to know through Nigel.  He’s a good bloke and can be very funny, so when in Nairobi with slightly long hair I always stop by for a trim. 

Then when we’d sorted everything, we headed off to Tanzania.