Club Valtur Twiga Beach
- Swimming pool
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... income generation, that way they set their foundation firmly from the start and they have finances to implement their projects.
On that note I am going to love you and leave you. I am going to go back to my beautiful view of the ocean and reflect on my time here in Kenya. I believe the next blog I will write would most probably be from the UK. There is someone very special I am going to see in the UK, which is the main reason why I am going back to the UK...but more on that later! ...
Last night a cockroach crawled across my shoulder and into my sheets. I suppose its nice to have some bedtime company for a change. Today is an unscheduled public holiday as President Kenyatta will be sworn in. I bet they will make sure there isn't a power cut whilst its televised. This means the Turtle Watch again is closed except for rehab and releases. Again I start the day by cleaning out the tanks. Tiger Lily is doing great and may actually be released soon. The other ...
... is video evidence taken by Pierre which I'm sure will haunt us all on YouTube shortly. The beach has been turned into an assault course and we even have an audience. Next up we are throwing the kettle bells in the rain. Lastly, a body weight circuit involving exercises which only use your weight an gravity as the force. It's the last full day and the mood is buoyant amongst us. We plan with the coaches a quick trip up ...
... on a strap between 2 poles is difficult but the people I've seen do it in the Vondelpark in Amsterdam make it look easy. They do seem to have time on their hands though. We finish springing around the dojo like Tigger by swimming in the sea. Now I've sweated a bucket by this point and application of sun cream would be futile. Big mistake, even after 25 minutes the result on my back looks like a tattoo artist went ...
... in big family groups. When David waved bacon on a stick over the water, up to half a dozen stuck out waving heads altogether like the mythical hydra. The big daddy of them all was King George who lived with his family in a honeycombed patch and lunged alarmingly at the bacon. You wouldn’t want those teeth sinking into you! Walking back along the beach small crabs darted along on ballerina points and disappeared into the numerous holes which dotted the sand