The Adventure Begins!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Trip Start Sep 15, 2012
Trip End May 01, 2013

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Saturday, September 15, 2012

Finally – no more goodbye drinks – the day had come. Fully packed we heaved our aching livers and comprehensive kit bags into the taxi to head to the airport and onward to our 8 months of adventure.

At 2.30am the cab arrived, the driver kept falling asleep! Good start!

Heathrow Terminal 1, relief. No bar. No café. No McDonalds. Sweet FA! WTF. OMG. And all those other crap things to say. However, SWISS AIR, lots of legroom, sober (even though there was free booze!), Vikki gutted.

Zurich stopover, very snazzy airport, easy transfer walking through slinky hi-tech doors. Paula admired the architecture. Vikki went in search of booze.

Zurich to Nairobi only 7 hours, who told us 13? Paula buzzing. Paula sober, Vikki gutted. Three chairs to ourselves much to the agitation of our cramped neighbours.Vegetarian meal missing, flight attendant was very proactive and pranced off to find an appropriate alternative meal from Business Class, he minced back with beef fillet looking pleased with himself. Vikki informed him vegetarians don’t eat beef fillet. He looked confused. Provided with bread rolls instead, Vikki gutted. Made up for it by guzzling free champagne.

After some very amateur haggling we settled on Alice the cab driver (Paula called her Loha all journey – why?!) who drove like a maniac towards Karen Camp, where is Karen Camp??????? She was like a woman possessed dodging minibuses brimming with Kenyans, animals, potholes and chaos everywhere whilst inventing her own lanes and traffic manouvers. Arrived, dust covered and relieved, to be greeted with begging from Alice for a tip, hmmm? Gave her tip, she wanted more, no that’s enough, “Greedy” she huffed and left.

So, Karen Camp, an oasis in the African desert – with cider! Woo hoo! Cider. And pumpkin soup. Came with free woody bits. We were too tired to care. Mmmn Cider.

Met Alun, our soon to be (randy) tour guide (3ft tall and Welsh!). He has his very own way of dragging out a story with no discernible ending for hours. We didn’t mind – we were in Africa! Took our anti-malaria tablets and went to our room – he was probably still talking. Paula thought the mosquito net was a dramatic interior design feature – oh dear!
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Nutter on

The taxi driver's driving sounds just like yours Vikki. X

annewardell on

Wow - history made!!! Paula managed the flight sober - well done darling! Sounds like anexciting adventure right from the start! Love Mum & Chris xxxx

amanda, Mums crazy friend on

Paula, you flew sober ????????? Naaaahhhh, what did u have really ??? Hope you and Vikki are havin an amazing time.Hugs to u both. Amanda X

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