Ngong House Nairobi

... been to so far!

Then we get a call. We head back to the office to hear that we have a ground ambulance to Marachos. This is about an hour away by road. We would not normally do a ground ambulance but he is a relative of someone in AMREF.

We are told the patient has pneumonia but is quite well.

The journey is a long and very bumpy ride. There is dust everywhere. The relative meets us on a street corner and we follow him through many twists ...

... asantay sana (thank you very much), pride rock... haha that has no meaning).

This thing lasted until about 3:30. The funniest part though was when the whole group of them cleared a huge space on the church floor, and with chalk started to try and draw the boundaries of the community. It took like an hour to do this... Den and I both agreed a chalk board would have been a nice thing for them! Den and I took some pics of them drawing this "map ...

... 500 dollar permits are valid for that one specified day only. HOWEVER, after 2 hours we push back…sleepy, dozing, and take off.

You’d have thought dinner at the lounge was enough, but the theme for our entire 30 hour transit time to Kigali was to prove to be “it’s there; I’m bored, let’s eat”.

We land into Nairobi two hours after our scheduled 6.30am arrival. Aika had already warned our layover was too short to make ...

... funnist part of the day was getting there.....I was the only white person on the bus and as we were going along this other bus packed with school kids pulled up beside us.......as soon as the kids saw me they all started going Mental!! Standing up, waving frantically, shouting "hello!!" "how are you??!!".......all the commotion drew the attention of everybody on my bus.....and so I sat there going bright red, waving at the kids....as EVERYONE was staring at me! Once again, the ...

... of Born Free fame. The entry fee includes afternoon tea (with a chance to see black-and-white colobus monkeys).

Unfortunately even though I wanted to see Elsamere, the times aren't right and I have to head off to Nairobi via Naivasha. 2hrs in a matatu with speakers blaring Kenyan pop songs with dance videos followed by a 30min taxi ride, I finally arrived at Karen Camp (Overland Camp) for the night.

Dist cov. = km

... With thousands injured from the flying glass. It also had a small museum with the longest documentary I have ever seen in a museum. It was 50 minutes long and it had a lot of interesting info about the bombing. I guess the Embassy didn't even crumble but a building next to it was the one that fell but all the windows were blown out of it though. The way all the thousandds were injured was because the bombers starting shooting a gun and throwing ...

... 8230;trust no one…everyones out to get you…ect ect when I saw the kinda creepy looking affrican soul holding my wrongly spelt name on a crumpled piece of paper,..the thought to turn in the opposite direction did enter my mind…. But instead I insisted he would call the hotel to confirm… I think he thought I was a total british nutter…and in fact I felt one as he was official… and turned out to be really lovely ...

... there about 45 min too early as Eugene (our local guide) is constantly worry about traffic conditions and is scared of running late. So we hanged in the garden and in due time did the guided tour complete with all information's needed to even be able to write a book about Karen’s life. My favourite part was the kitchen when the guide showed us a potato peeler and an empty pantry. We then took a short drive to the elephant orphanage where we had the ...

... had the place to ourselves, with all the vans and trucks criss-crossing the savanna with aplomb, we were probably the best led with Patrick’s keen eyesight never missing anything. I can tell you that some things were beyond difficult for us, including have to squat in a “bush toilet”, but I suffered for the viewing pleasure.

We also chose to take a brief excursion to a real Maasai village, and I tell you, I wasn’t ready for ...

Due to the computer's slowness and inability to load pages, I'm posting two entries in one. Enjoy! So, a little story. The other day at Makina a woman entered with her infant son. Immediately we could all hear the labored breathing, congestion, and cough that the baby had, not to mention the caked mucus on his face. We all immediately started assessing the baby, assuming she had come to get medications. However, we realized that the woman was crying, and upon translation from Andrew ...