the end of my holidays

My day in Kenya are numbered, I guess they always have been but now it's starting to feel a little ominous. I got back yesterday from almost a week and a half of holidays, only a little bit of work somewhere in there and now i've only got a week and a half left till I get on a plane to London! I know it's not really home, but right now it feels like leaving Kenya means going home.

So to recap my holidays, the 12th I went on a 3 day safari to the Masai mara, probably the most famous game park in Kenya. I was trying to do it as cheap as possible so we were roughing it a bit, staying in tents with wooden beds and really thin mattresses. Our safari vehicle was a Nissan minibus with a pop-up roof. Most safaris are in vehicles like that so it didn't bother me, you have to have a lot of money to spend to get a nice safari jeep, but the roads into the park and even inside are a little rough so it made for some adventure including helping push the one driving in front of us out of the ditch after it went off the road. The group I was supposed to join missed their train from Mombasa so they put me with a young couple originally from Pretoria, South Africa but living in the UK right now. They were fun, but sick which put a damper on things. I ended up spending the next days all day drive on my own. On saturday I joined yet another group to get back to Nairobi after our morning game drive because the couple was staying longer than me. My new group was a bit of an interesting group, a retired lady from Slovenia who'd been volunteering in Uganda, a couple from Moscow, an American and an Italian. The whole trip was loads of fun, the park is beautiful and there were lots of animals. (Janelle, I had a moment of silence for you when we came across a mama cheetah and her two cubs)

After washing clothes for at least two hours on saturday night after getting home, Sunday I did a little work so I could send some things to Bridget before she left for South Africa for the week, packed my bags again and watched some football...soccer for you North Americans. By monday afternoon I was landing on Manda Island and taking the ferry across to Lamu town just off the north coast of Kenya. It's part of an archipelago that used to be a collection of city states and are a mixture of Arab and Swahili culture. The town is small but a maze of narrow streets while surprises...and a donkey... around every corner. That an there are lots of little shops to look at. And of course there's the miles of beach to relax and swim at...which is a necessity because the place is like a constant sauna. Whether it was cloudy, raining, or sunny the humidity and heat was constant. Every room you stay in has a fan which make sleeping a little more of a reality except when the power is out...which is often. The 'power station' for the town billows black smoke and looks like it could explode at any moment. Our theory was that the power outages happened when the guys watching over the place for got to switch the barrels of oil when one got empty. I went on my own but met lots of cool people. Between exploring the town, getting out to the beach and a dhow (boat) trip it was a great week and I didn't want to leave on Friday.

Now that I'm back in Nairobi it's back to work for a week and half...time is literally flying by. Some one here told me time doesn't go, it comes and right now its coming faster than ever!