We woke up to a breakfast of crepes, eggs, sausages, toast and chai. Well, I thought it was chai, and I raved about us being about to indulge in our first real chai of the trip to our hilarious chef, David. When I opened the thermos however, it was just hot water with milk and tea-making accompaniments beside it.
John our driver noticed; he called David back and had him take it all away and make real chai. Sooo delicious!
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John urged us to eat because ‘safari is exhausting’.
I wondered how sitting in a car all day could be exhausting. I was very glad I ate that extra crepe……
While the day provided LOTS of animals, none were as spectacular as our late afternoon the day before.
We scanned the horizon carefully but John still spotted most of the wildlife we encountered.
A game drive is like a Where’s Wally book. And the Wally to me was the leopard. I looked for two days in vain sadly and we also just missed out on seeing 2 black rhino. Finding a large pride of lions and coming upon the hyena clan hiding under some bushes thrilled us. Probably to our driver’s disgust, we got the most excited by seeing monkeys and warthogs. 🤣
There are an unseasonable amount of wildebeest still here when most should have migrated to the Serengeti. This perplexes the the locals, especially as it looks like they are heading that way now in a long line.
We bounced around and spotted wildlife for 5 hours before stopping for a picnic lunch on the Mara River.
After eating our picnic lunch and resting in the shade for half an hour and then John told us one of the armed police would take us for a walk around the River banks, past the hippos and crocs. We hadn’t expected this. It was extremely hot which made the prospect of a long walk under the scorching sun unappealing; nevertheless we took the opportunity.
Hippos are huge up close and there were a lot of them. To our relief the crocs slept and paid us no mind. Alex, our armed police guide who swung his gun around his shoulder alarmingly, knew a great deal about hippos and crocodiles.
We walked past the part of the rIver where the Widabeest cross in their migration and get taken by crocs.
Under the baking sun we walked for another 20 minutes, stopping where some tour drivers had their car doors open chatting to each other.
As Aling the way, we witnessed the incredible ‘banana and chapati heist’ carried out by 3 monkeys- one played a distraction role, the other two, the little thieves.
By the time we returned, we were burnt like Sunday bacon and drained. We sat in silence as John drive us out of the park and back to Enchoro to crash.
The issue of paying extra for food had to be dealt with, so we called for Jacob and gave him the options we could do. It was agreed on to do a bank transfer via phone. This attempt took 3 hours, cost us over $600 in data and was unsuccessful. 😳. All the while all of us knew including Jacob that he was commuting daylight robbery!
We are trying some other means tomorrow.
Another highlight today was the Masai village visit. I had decided against it for two reason; that it was exploitive and that we would be badgered again to buy things we cannot afford or fit our luggage.
In the end, we decided to go and it was fantastic. Jonathan our guide is proud of his culture and began our Masai education well before we stepped into his village.
For For example , the leaf of the Morning Glory makes great toilet paper, and the leaves of another bush, when crushed and rubbed on your skin, repel mosquitoes
On a, Once we were sat on a bench and some of the men performed several welcome and story dances for us. What an honor and how and humbling to witness this ancient tradition.
We We were welcomed into the village then. After being shown where the animals sleep safely at night, we watched fire being made and got to have a turn ourselves
We entered into a Masai house. The house is square and made of sticks, mud and cow manure. They are very dark and a bit smoky. Each house, has a children’s bedroom, a main bedroom and a guest room. There is also a room for calves, a room for kids and lambs and a main room where food is prepared and eaten.
The Masai drink milk mixed with cow’s blood twice a day. But sometimes they also eat ugali and meat.
We thanked Jonathan for the glimpse of his home and culture. The walk home brought back many memories of my year in Wajir, up near the Somali border, with the cattle coming home for the night and the houses of the village.
Dinner was once again delicious, David’s famous fish dish. And then bed!
I am really loving how well all the kids are interacting when there are no internet distractions! They are all reconnecting!0