Nairobi/Aberdare National Park
Jambo and rambunctious Swahili salutations from the foreign continent of Africa- where A Girl, Her Hubs and a Suitcase are residing for the next 6 days. A rather spirited and slightly psychotic traveling mania overtook this pair and after much preparation, violated by Typhoid and Hepatitis A inoculations, malaria antidotes ingested and armed with mass quantities of mosquito repellant-the time had finally come to scratch this big water buffalo off the list.
This ambitious trip could not be coordinated on our own efforts. This type of expedition takes experts- real professionals to synchronize the many moving pieces that are involved. For this, I deferred all expertise and guidance to Right Choice Tours and Safaris– http://www.rightchoicesafaris.com/. George Oketch, the owner has been my right hand man through all the planning, patiently answering all my neurotic questions and lending his knowledge every step of the way. He and his team are true specialists in their field, and if embarking on this once of a lifetime trip-I highly recommend this agency.
After a little over 18 hours of flying time, 3 plane transfers and only 2 valium (physician prescribed)- we arrived close to midnight under the murky Onyx sky, balmy air and an inquisitive unknowing of what curious delights daylight would bring. A bit disoriented and pessimistically suspicious, armed with 4 bags and tourist written all over us, we began to wonder how to get to the hotel. As if on cue, a lovely gentleman approached us and quickly contacted the shuttle for our hotel for the night, The Lazizi Premier Nairobi- http://www.thelazizihotels.com/.
Within moments, the shuttle appeared and in record time suitcases loaded and delivered us to a palatial estate, armed guards, iron fence and security all around the perimeter. At first glance, I would have thought this was an embassy. We were wanded and sent through metal detectors. The hotel is grand and sadly all its amenities were lost on us as it would only be a quick 5 hours of rest until our safari would begin.
However, those 5 hours were filled with plush bedding, a hot shower and a genuine stately feeling of luxury. Few things to say here about The Lazizi Premier Nairobi Hotel-the service is truly impeccable. You are made to feel like royalty. There is a level of hospitality- actually across the board I have experienced that can compare to no other. The staff are available at a moment’s notice and make you feel valued. Additionally, we had a delicious rather reasonably priced breakfast-even beating the tour group of 50 that trampled through the door.
Ken, our knowledgeable driver and guide from Right Choice Tours and Safaris picked us up promptly in a comfortable van. He informed us that he would remain with us throughout the whole excursion. As we snaked our way through the city center of Nairobi headed north to our next destination, he shared with us interesting tidbits of living in Kenya. The traffic inched at a crawl, but Ken with skillful precision maneuvered his way through the automobile obstacle.
As we left the city, the landscape changed. What I first observed, and I say this with regard was a remarkable number of individuals clearly with a notable lack of worldly goods but an innovative industriousness of the likes I have never ever seen, combined with a hard-working nature that was not only creative but practical.
Road side stands displaying the ripest of bananas, stall after stall of open markets with a cornucopia of goods- all of which we take for granted. Tiny huts, put together with a mix match of items dotted the dirt roads-everyone walked-literally-on the street, busy thoroughfares-all in a common effort of productivity. As I sat all cushy in the van, with my backpack filled to the brim of useless items, I could not help but feel a bit vain and pathetic.
However, as that thought still remained in a bubble over my head, Ken pulled up to a non-descript store full of African bric-a- brac-to allow us to have a rest and bathroom break.
In true car salesman style, Julius came rushing over to us to show off all of the genuine items, unmarked with prices-because it is all negotiable amongst “friends”. Like a true sucker, I was given a basket and started mindlessly plopping items in there, as Hubs impatiently paced. When it came time to negotiate on the 5 useless objects- I was informed to pick my price. Well my price was $15. Julius gave me a guttural laugh with an arrogant sigh. He proceeded to give me his “friends and family” discount of $195. In the end, we never came close to a mutual amount-so with Hub’s wallet secure we exited item-less.
Which leads me to the next occurrence-we had no local currency- the African Schilling. Ken had assured us he would take us to a respectable bank so we can use an ATM. Hubs went on this mission alone. Then, he proudly came back with 200 Schillings. He declared we would need to split this up in small bills. Later on, after reviewing the bank balance- the actual withdrawal was $1.96. Now, tomorrow we must again inquire another ATM withdrawal from our dear new friend Ken. This time I will escort Hubs to ensure we have more than just enough for a pack of gum. He insists it was the machine’s fault with improper instructions. Nevertheless, we are rich in love and memories and poor in schillings.
Ken continued to make his way north through deep rusty earth coffee fields, pineapple plantations and lush greenery. Mountains off in the distance conjured up nostalgic movie scenes like “Out of Africa”. Eventually, we were dropped off at The Ark Lodge https://thearkkenya.com/ our dwelling for this one evening. We first were encouraged to walk around the grounds which were vibrant with bountiful flowers. We were fed a stupendous meal overlooking the beautiful landscape on the grounds of the country club- http://aberdarecountryclub.com/the-club/. It was served buffet style with a smorgasbord of African delicacies. Being a vegetarian with many dietary constraints I was apprehensive, but many options were available and they were all healthy and delicious. Between the amazing cuisine, stellar view, incredible weather and my love at my side- it really may go down as one of the most memorable moments on a vacation.
After the incredible dining experience, Hubs and I along with about 8 other people all piled into a van to go the 17 kilometers through the Aberdare National Park http://www.kenyasafari.com/aberdare-national-park-kenya-travel-guide.html. We rumbled and bopped over the bumpy road creating a lullaby affect. I nodded on and off during this as they were many important scenic points and animals the driver was directing us to.
We eventually made it to the beautiful lodge in the shape of an Ark- hence the name-nestled up high above the ground with a rapturing bird’s eye view of all the wild animals below. There was a conveniently placed popular watering hole and immediately we spotted elephants and water buffalo. A little tiff began but no blood was shed and all ended well. As a girl who usually vacations in the city and observes people, music, art and culture-this sort of viewing was very calming and required not too much thinking. Both have their fine points, but this was truly a unique and welcoming experience.
There are several convenient balconies that overlook the waterhole and a bell would ring if something is worthy of watching. A bell rang for the elephants and inspired I brought my computer and started this blog.
We then a few hours later were summoned for dinner. Dinner was also buffet style in a lovely dining hall. Hot, savory African dishes awaited us. A creamed spinach soup, different mouthwatering vegetable entrees and bean choices. Desserts (which yours truly refrained from) were plentiful and as beautiful as a painting.
I now am ready to call my first Safari night to an end. As the pitter patter of a pretty substantial rain system moistens this much needed dry earth, I reflect upon the blessings of a beautiful day in the glorious land of Africa.
Aberdare National Park/Lake Nakuru
Last night we were serenaded to sleep by the rhythmic acoustics of toads, bugs and other night critter harmony. Nestled in our twin single beds with only the simplest of creature comforts, my sleep was heavy from a day full of sensory overload.
Upon awakening, of course shower drama follows me on every trip, shall I remind you of the coffin sized shower in Bruges, the partial bowel dismemberment of Milan and of course, the most famous Hong Kong flood that called for major plumbing renovations?
Well, rustic indeed was this shower, but the instructions were confusing and only icicle temperature droplets dribbled down. After futile attempts, I gave up-doing the best with what I had. And, in true Hubs fashion- he had the most delightful hot shower-that he reminded me of all throughout the day.
Breakfast was served in the beautiful dining room overlooking the breathtaking landscape. African specialties along with an omelet station fueled us for the long day ahead. The service, attention to detail, incredible gentile nature and hospitality of the staff was unmatched by any other experience in any other culture. We left The Ark with fond memories of the views, animals, food and genuine kindness of the people in our hearts. Back in the van we went on the bumpy ride back to meet back up with Ken our driver to begin our next excursion.
We went back out onto to the dirt roads. Mount Kenya, the second highest mountain in Africa next to Kilimanjaro- off in the deep distance snowcapped peaks and blue horizon made a brief appearance, escorting us for a short sojourn http://whc.unesco.org/en/list/800.
For hours we passed impoverished towns, perhaps lacking what we find as essential. But, what we saw instead was smiling waving children, hard working men, commerce freely flowing in makeshift storefronts and genuine humanity. I must pause here to share the children-all dressed immaculately, all walking- no buses, no carpools- and no cell phones. Each child we passed waved with enthusiasm, smile and joy in their heart. It was the most beautiful human experience I have had-literally just from a window of a van. I have never felt that kind of delight from the simplest of pleasures.
About a ¼ way through our journey Ken stopped for a bathroom break at a kitschy souvenir store. The owner led us down the pebbled floor pointing out trinkets along the way to the rudimentary much appreciated rest room. Hubs provided fair warning-“No buying!” However, interesting fact here, we were directly on the equator line. In fact, I believe all the businesses along this route touted this. A lovely gentleman was proudly displaying an experiment exhibiting this interesting phenomenon involving water and its opposite effects when below the equator line.
But, instead-Hubs tried to share with this man that knew this because he had obtained his expertise from Bart Simpson extracted from an episode of “The Simpsons”. The poor gentleman laughed in confusion (as I am pretty certain he does not have a TV or know of this show or characters) as I looked on with dismay. I am including the link for your viewing pleasure. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnB4qMT5R_Y
We traveled on eventually running into The Great Rift Valley http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Great_Rift_Valley. We took a few moments to soak in the splendor of it. Visible from space, this 4,000 mile geographical majesty runs north to south from Syria to Africa. A seriously deathly looking wooden deck in shambles hugged close to the dramatic edge. Hawkish vendors trying to sell “authentic” souvenirs somewhat diluted this experience with their goods lined up all along the viewing area. Precariously straddling the abyss, with my memory card full, I sadly have not one picture to share.
This blog was created out of necessity to cleanse my brain of each experience so I can move on and enjoy the next. But, it has evolved also into a tool belt of sorts for the novice traveler. I lend my stories, experiences and insight not for ego but for assistance. I share this story with you so you-the reader, do not make the same mistakes I have made. When you travel savvy- you save time, frustration and also enhance your travel experience by focusing on what matters.
So, let’s continue this conversation briefly regarding currency-and only in the frame of “learned lessons”. 10,000 African Schillings = $100 USD. Got it? Good. Because apparently between Hubs & I and a recently earned Master’s degree -this concept, combined with jet lag, foreign African ingested spices and equator “madness” we could not grasp. Ken, kindly and patiently once again schlepped us into the city all in an effort for us to once again go to an ATM to obtain Schillings.
If you recall- yesterday instead of getting $200 Schillings we obtained $1.96. Therefore, armed with the knowledge of google and a currency converter- we once again attempted the ATM excursion. This time, it took 3 attempts and several different tries- but eventually we achieved success. Or so we thought…. Until again, -when we did the math- this time we took out $40 instead of $400.
Ken graciously agreed to make one last final effort on our long journey in the morning. To grasp this- understand that these towns with bank accessibility are far and few between with traffic mayhem and parking chaos of the likes I have never ever witnessed before. And, in full disclosure, this mathematical mishap is solely owned by Yours Truly.
Now, back to our previously scheduled entertainment….
We eventually made our way to our destination-Lake Nakuru http://www.kws.go.ke/lake-nakuru-national-park. As we entered the park gates, we went for a quick, rousing, heart racing drive through the park. Ken raised the roof on our van and Hubs and I perched out the top, wind in our hair, grit in our eyes, perhaps bugs up the nose in an exhilarating voyage through the park en route to the lodge. We spotted a few interesting animals along the way, but the real thrill was the rugged off road experience and total abandonment of rules, etiquette and adulthood.
After our Dukes of Hazard adventure, we arrived at the Lion Sarova Hill https://www.sarovahotels.com/lionhill-nakuru/. It is perched on the side of a hill, deep in the Nakuru National Park. It combines a safari adventure experience with luxury resort amenities-a hybrid of five star opulence and BIG 5 excitement. We were immediately ushered to the dining room where a grand buffet awaited us. A variety of different but similar African dishes, unique vegetarian options, Indian specialties, fancy cheeses and of course indulgent desserts were offered. That same Kenyan love, quiet gentleness and stellar service was ever present. After our afternoon feast, we hit the colorful gift shop for some haggle-free shopping, including a darling Cheetah Indian wall mask that will look divine in my living room.
We then met up with Ken once again for our afternoon game drive. It was raining pretty steady at this point and my expectations were low. Because, frankly if I were a monkey and it was raining, I would head for high, drier ground. However, shortly into our drive as we circled the vast marshy acreage of Lake Nakuru, the sun erupted; the skies turned blue and one by one, as if on cue- animals appeared.
We witnessed flamingoes off in the boggy distance balanced on their fragile limbs displaying their effervescent pink hues. Baboons cradled their babies with motherly love, traveling in familial unity. The parallel black and white patterns of the zebras were captivating in the camouflage of the plush green landscape. In a rather juxtaposition, the giraffe intimidatingly regal and proud engaged in playful neck wrestling with their counterparts.
Around another bend, flowing brown water, splashing brilliantly danced on the jagged rocks in a dramatic waterfall display. The white Rhino calmly and silently munched on the plentiful green grass- its pearly thick, white tusk proudly protruding forward in prideful glory, oblivious to the spectator’s gazing. In gazelle pageantry, the Impala leaped rambunctiously gracefully joining his pack. Water Buffalos grazed along the water’s edge with their coiled horns exposed like warning signs for other prey. They were abundant, populating the landscape.
Odd colored birds dotted the exterior, swooping down in fanciful flight, using many of the animals as landing zones providing tick relief as well as tummy tickling. The overall feel of the game drive was a sense of intuitive, animal unity-an unsaid tranquility amongst the different species all coexisting in a harmonious state. Having said all that, an obvious absence of any predators was noted. All in all, the 3 hour game drive was the experience of a lifetime. Animals instinctually understand their world and their place in it; sometimes, better than our human world.
After the excitement of the game drive, we had a few hours for rest and then it was time for dinner. We ate in the same dining room, with many of the same items. A few variances, some odd and peculiar concoctions that my simplistic taste buds rejected. A lovely man played guitar singing along sweet melodies that strangely had a calming effect not only on the frenzied children in the restaurant- but the Hubs as well. He sang tableside crooning Elvis Presley’s “Love Me Tender” with a thick African accent deep into my Beloved’s eyes. The result was positively sedating.
Back in our room, a staff member came to the door for turn down service, which included mosquito repellant, a hot water bottle placed in the bed, and enclosing the mosquito netting securely around the bed (which Hubs and I quickly dismantled due to safety concerns of waking up hog tied in netting) another kind and unique gesture that did not go unrecognized.
Sleep was fitful and uneasy with vivid dreams induced by spicy Indian cuisine, the sighting of a monkey with blue balls-called the Blue Balled Monkey (true story) and the African Elvis Presley vocals circulating around my jostled cortex from Jeep activity.
Today is not only St. Patrick’s day- but also the Hubs birthday. This is always a joyous day and almost always is spent somewhere international. This year was truly the ultimate –being in Africa and on safari. However, we were the only 2 fools in Irish gear as we would later find out. But, nonetheless, I celebrate the day and my Hubs and no matter anything else.
This morning we arose very early- per Ken’s request due to a long day of driving. Some very much appreciated hot showers followed by a hot breakfast with exotic items furnishing the buffet line and subsequently beckoning the Hubs to be adventurous. He dined on itty bitty Quail eggs. Tiny and minuscule and for whatever reason to me- off-putting-but Hubs seemed satisfied.
In the mystic dark, with fog peeking out above Mount Kenya we moved counter clockwise on a map to the next destination. Conversation was plentiful in the van, the roads were smooth and a genuine contentment settled in my soul. As the sun began to rise, the cool air evaporated and the heat began to intensify.
The roads started to get a little bumpy. And, let me just share that tapping away on a keyboard balanced on your knees while hitting asphalt craters is not easy. Consider this burden please as you peruse my pages.
We were moving along at a pretty good clip in that feisty white van of ours. May I add here, that Ken is quite a driving genius. He maneuvers not only muddy, undeveloped passageways, he is alert and ready for the roaming goat, flock of sheep, parade of cows, and not to mention cars passing on both sides of the road. I have yet to see a traffic light or a stop sign and additionally mopeds carrying 2-3 passengers share the roadway as well. Ken handles all this calm and cool and always alert, even while I am rapid firing questions regarding everything I ever needed to know about Kenya.
Out of nowhere, traffic came to a complete halt. There were cars lined up on the curb, the street and everywhere in between half-hazardly. People were roaming out of their vehicles, cell phones in hand trying to capture whatever madness was happening. Out of nowhere I saw white smoke, heard yelling and our driver pulled inside the parking lot of a souvenir shop. Ken went towards the mayhem to determine what was happening.
What we learned was 3 unfortunate members of the Masai Masai tribe had been killed during a mudslide that occurred during a ferocious storm 2 nights ago. The individuals were all buried deep within the mud and the tribe was frustrated that no excavations had been attempted for their bodies. This led to the tribe members blocking off the street of a major highway in protest. The cops and militia intervened with tear gas.
Being in a foreign country, not being privy to these nuances and clearly not understanding the history and delicate nature of this was frustrating and scary for me. We sat outside with hundreds of other people all taking this in stride. A bunch of millennial aged Canadians pulled out a ukulele and began to sing in perfect harmony songs that inspired hope, love and peace. Others joined to listen, all from different nations, backgrounds and languages. It was a “Woodstock-esque” type of moment that offered great comfort and distraction.
When you have nowhere to go, no one to see, no WIFI, no TV, and nothing much to do- you take a lot in. We saw a lot of weird stuff. There was a battered up station wagon of sorts, a typical family mobile, loaded with 30 goats. The smells that penetrated within 20 feet of that car were intense. And, at one point, they were all led out like clowns disassembling from a Volkswagen. One gentleman had a truck stacked high with over 100 chairs. Just a random odd thing, that made us curiously wonder-what on earth was he doing with all those chairs? And, lastly, and I really can’t un-see this- was about 50 live chickens wedged up on the luggage rack of a car. All yelping, their little beaks- they were not in a crate or a cage, just shoved up in there somehow.
We waited for 2 hours for the two forces to come to a compromise. And, then as quickly as it happened people were scrambling in their cars, pushing through frantic traffic on their way to their original destination. As we drove by the commotion, a bulldozer was in place beginning to temper the sacred earth in search of the remains of the blessed souls that lost their lives. The Masai Masai had a bittersweet victory in the end.
With all this commotion, we lost 2 valuable hours shifting our whole itinerary and choosing to skip lunch in an effort to get to our next destination at a reasonable time.
At this point, I must just provide an update and never ever speak of this again. Upon our 3rd and final visit to the ATM, we were successful with decimal points and mathematical equations and obtained the necessary schillings needed for the remainder of the trip.
The next portion of this day involved gyrations, jiggling, jostling and bumping of the likes my mind, body and spirit have never experienced. Our last and final residence for the next 3 days is Masai Mara http://www.magicalkenya.com/places-to-visit/wilderness-areas/masai-mara-game-reserve/.
The journey for the next 4 hours was one I could have never prepared myself for. The windows had to be closed otherwise one would inhale dirt; I do not think this rugged terrain vehicle had air or did not reach me. The heat was scorching. The “road” was filled with rocks, divots, craters, bumps, the occasional goat, roaming small children and nothing else. No other vehicles for hours, unless it was a mirror image of us heading to safari.
However, a beautiful thing came out of that long, not so pleasant trek-we stopped at the Masai Masai tribal village http://www.maasai-association.org/maasai.html and handed out candy and school supplies to the children of the tribe. Bless their sweet souls, they were so polite and all sat and silently waited for their one single sweet treat. At the end, the tribe leader requested we all take a picture (with my camera). The joy and gratitude for such a simple offering will stay in my heart forever.
We finally made our way after 8 long hours to Mara Serena Lodge http://www.serenahotels.com/serenamara/en/default.html where we will reside for 3 nights. Coming from the vast expanse of the Masai Mara Park, the lodge is situated on an impressive hill. The architecture is reminiscent of “The Flintstones” in similar bedrock meets African safari design. It is wide open with commanding arch ceilings and magnificent views of the park from horizon to horizon. Our room resembles a bee hive with a balcony and same beautiful view of the park.
After a long day stuck in the car, I was anxious to get my blood flowing. I went down to the spa and took a nice run on the treadmill that just happened to also have another breathtaking view of the park. Wide open windows gave the illusion that I was indeed running right along the jackals. After a good sweat, I took a much appreciated hot shower and we made our way to the dining room for dinner.
Dinner was very comparable to the two other lodges we had stayed- buffet style with many Indian and vegetarian dishes. It was tasty, spicy and needed after a long day and a skipped lunch due to the riot delay.
After dinner, much to the Hub’s chagrin, out popped a precession of the entire staff along with a loud and intimidating horn and drums- to sing a traditional African Happy Birthday song along with a beautiful cake that was prearranged with George from Right Choice Tours and Safaris-many months ago. The whole dining room, patrons and staff sang along as the conga line circled around the Hub’s. Flush with embarrassment and mild amusement, he blew out his candles with a big smile on his face. I know this birthday he will always remember. I really couldn’t thank the team enough as they were able to in one song and dance, express the love and appreciation I have of my Hub’s in such a playful and energetic way. High from sugar and birthday love- combined with odd critter sounds of the evening the lull of sleep enveloped us.
We woke up bright and early and following breakfast, Ken was waiting for us with the van newly washed and sparkly clean. All remnants of dust, dirt, mud and bug carcasses were gone- symbolic for a new day and a new experience. We set out in pre-dawn lighting while all the animals began to awake. We were immediately greeted by a family of docile and gentle elephants. There long trunks snaked the earth foraging for tasty treats. There were unimpressed by us and paid no attention to the camera clicking and engine running.
We continued on as the golden grass swayed in the cool morning air. We found ourselves right in the path of a pregnant female lion, hungry and ready for breakfast. She had a pack of 7 or 8 others with her. As they made their way closer to us, a bunch of Elk started to gallop fiercely away. Strange primitive noises were audible throughout the area, fear was palpable. Other animals around not quick enough to flee, stood statuesque and still. We stayed parallel in our vehicle with top up peering down witnessing primal animal instinctiveness. As we stared half anticipation, half dread we could not look away. Van after van piled up, side by side with the radio clatter of CB’s in Swahili alerting other drivers of action. In the end, the Lion moved on and fortunately we did not have to witness the law of the land and fight for survival.
We continued on in the morning hours, riding along the Mara River, directly at the crossing where in July the Great Migration of Wildebeests will take over. For now, it was calm. Colossal slate grey Hippos lounged lazily in the brown, earthy rapid flowing River. Their perky pink ears flittered and twitched randomly, displaying their only action. Frighteningly close lay the Crocodile, his deceptive toothy smile revealing their true lethal potential.
We stopped in a trusted area chosen by our guide, who spread out a blanket and provided us with a picnic lunch. The gesture was kind, the food unimpressive, but the view and experience –memorable.
After lunch, we circled the park, passing by many of the monochromatic Zebra, mindlessly munching on grass. We looked on in amusement at the slovenly Water Buffalo, dunking himself in mud and obsessively swatting his backside with tail in OCD fashion. We drove by many giraffe, gallant and graceful. They gazed at us with their long, luscious eyelashes and awkwardly sauntered off as we drew closer. We learned the Black Rhino is shy and played a cunning game of hide and seek with us-he eventually won.
As the day drew on and it was close to going back, our driver learned that across the park at the far end was a bunch of leopards. The driver put the van in high gear, flooring it from one end to the other. Pebbles flew up in the air, mud splattered ferociously on us, weaving in and out of the path- getting stuck more than once and even having to be towed out from another van.
It took 2 hours to get to the spot, and just as we were to give up, we came upon a bunch of Cheetahs. Fat and happy, bellies full, they laid under a tree allowing the 4 vans of paparazzi to click one photo after another. We then set out to return. Then, at once- the sky turned black and rain fiercely pounded on the roof of the van.
Droplets began creeping in making our already muddy, tired and beaten up bodies cold and damp. Ken floored it going back as the roads turned into roaring rapids. The window was a sheet of fog and there were no other vans in front or behind us. All CB chatter had ceased. And, for one scary moment, I truly thought this is it. This is how it happens. I get swept away in an African current and washed out to a field where lions will munch on my bloated corpse.
Ironically, though as I sat and prayed and wondered morbidly how tasty my dead body is? The engine started to take on a strange sound. I saw with fear and premonition that Ken knew something was wrong. He was calmly on the phone speaking in Swahili, where I clearly kept hearing the word engine. I then, thought, No this is really how it ends. We are stranded in this car, in the middle of an active African Ecosystem. I will at some point have to emerge from this vehicle that has failed us. I will have to step outside and the lions will smell my fear and end the same way-eating my body. But, this time, not swollen and bloated from drowning. I will be eaten alive and spend my eternity embedded in African soil.
Ok, this is getting a bit heavy- you get the point- It was scary. Everything got real- real fast. I thought to myself- you had to tempt the Gods. You could not just stay home and watch Real Housewives and live a falsely perceived “safe” life?
And, then as if the Safari Gods had heard my neurotic mind nonsense-a jeep appeared. I did have to exit the van and climb into his. No lions appeared that I know of….He took us and towed Ken, the van and the faulty transmission back to the lodge. Never once did Ken jeopardize my safety and he truly did a stellar job remaining calm and getting us back to the lodge safely. Our whole day’s excursion lasted 12 hours.
Arriving back to the room, grateful for a happy ending- I pondered my dramatic alternate endings. I asked the Hubs for one second did he have any fear? Nope he said. Then, he proceeded to inquire about 10 questions having to do with clothing supply for the remainder of the trip and such. This he FEARED. Death by drowning or lion ingestion- he did not. Hmppph….
We ate another spicy, Indian dinner in a relatively quiet dining hall. No singing, no dancing, no cake. We called it an early evening as the rain continued on throughout the night.
Now, you are all caught up. I hope you have enjoyed this African segment of A Girl, Her Hubs and a Suitcase.