Is it really two months since I’ve written a blog?
In my defence, WordPress changed its format and I just didn’t have the time to spend working through the process because I was on the road for almost 3 months.
My travels began on the 1st of January, through Morocco and on to Kenya, then down to Cape Town South Africa, up to Johannesburg and back to Cape Town on Safari.
I had a few weeks home before I embarked on a trip to India… now I’m in the USA ….. folks the feet have barely hit the ground, but I’m valuing an unexpected week of time off and I can catch up on working through the blog as well as helping work on new tours to India, Morocco, Egypt, Tanzania, Kenya, South Africa.
I was based in Nairobi to begin with and after a few interesting interesting incidents the tour went well.
Note from my Diary.
We travel through the countryside. Leaving the bustle and the noise of the city behind. I open the window, the air is warm and moist and smells faintly of the earth.
The land is undulating separated by a ribbon of road which is forever changing and interesting, not the road of course but the rolling documentary of the reality of life in the country in Kenya.
I love the small shops (or do you call them a stall) set back from the road and built from iron, stone and spare wood. The bright coloured clothes of the people are contrasted by the rainbow colors of the buildings. Put pink and green together on the front of the building, then add a few signs, and a purple roof and you attract customers with your uniqueness,
It’s Sunday and everyone is in their Sunday best, people are walking to church in their finery, flounces on bright red dresses small girls in white lace, young men in suits and snappy casual backlit by the tall cornfields… its just like a documentary.
Of course every woman wears a bright coloured head scarf, the older men in suits and the obligatory hat. Its a constant passing parade of people and scenery.
We have just passed a bullock cart full of wood and it seems oblivious to the fast moving traffic beside it.
I can’t take photos because we are moving too fast so commit the images to memory.
The four hours of travel went memory fast. So many things to see, to take in but I accept it as a unique experience.
So now I will add my photos to the blog, beginning with a few Giraffe photos and then up close and personal with a wart hog.