How amazingly fun! I hope you post lots of photos so that I can live vicariously through you!
I'll do my best! I doubt I'll have much internet access while I'm there so most of it will have to wait for photo essay-fying when I return.
Also, if you don't mind me asking, who did you book through, or did you book everything yourselves?
We booked most of it through the friends that we're staying with in Nairobi. They live there, so it helped a lot because they could phone hotels/train operators/airlines more easily than we could from here. We've reimbursed them for the bookings they made.
We're also quite lucky because we'll be staying in the Masai Mara with someone who lives there. He sent us photos of the camp site, which is in the middle of the territory of a pride of lions, who occasionally decide to have naps there. Apparently, one simply stays in one's tent taking photographs of them until they decide to go away. :O
So you're not going to take some of Telstar and Sputnik's kitty snacks to feed them then. :-)
I think they'd probably prefer Telstar and Sputnik as snacks!
Tell she can have one if she's willing to clean the litter tray.
Wonderful. Take every opportunity of enjoying yourself. Take that not being eaten by lions thing to heart.
Best of luck with the flights. May it be smooth flying all the way!
I hope it is. We've tried to build in as much flexibility as possible, as we've been warned that things like the train ride to Mombasa can take as long as 18 hours. I think a lot of patience is going to be required.
Wow! WOW! That looks so amazing. Your travels are inspiring.
Lamu Old Town is a UNESCO World Heritage site. I read about it in the guidebook and the Wikipedia entry and looked at the pictures and I still can't believe I'm going there.
As someone who knows Mombasa like a second-home, I wish I could give you advice on what to see. Unfortunately, I can only tell you where NOT to go. Like the "Florida Club" and "Club Casablanca's". And the (USD) $5.00 hotel behind Casablanca's...
Oh! The only GOOD advice I can give you is to visit the wood-carving "village". I don't know if it has a name, but any cab-driver will know what you are talking about.
Also, when you take a cab, only take one from a Christian driver. when they are soliciting you, ask for their names. My personal driver is named "Moses" but you'll probably never find him. The others will rip you off, no matter what. I know it sounds horrible, but it's true.
Also, never say "Jambo". Say "Mambo". Jambo pegs you as a rube and a mark. Trust me.
*scribbles notes* Thank you for the advice. Will do my best to try and find the village, and NOT find the other places!
Dear god, LIONS. You are braver than I am. I'll settle for island nations with cheeky birds as the only threat.
I think Africa is not the place for anyone who wants to be at the top of the food chain.
Does that mean this is a good time or a bad time to tell the story my professor told me about the time his baby brother was almost stolen by lions?
A good time, definitely. I'll make sure I'm in bed with a duvet to cling to when I read it.
Said professor was Sudanese, and he told us this story:
When our professor was a child he lived with his family in a hut in Sudan where it was, of course, often very hot. On this night it was so hot they decided to sleep outside, because it was slightly less hot than in the hut.
While they were moving their bedding outside, they noticed a shadow by the hut and sort of wondered about it but they were busy getting two small children ready for bed outdoors so they didn't think much of it. His mother set down his infant brother, who was wrapped in a blanket, and turned away for a second... only for the shadow to run by, GRAB THE BABY IN THE BLANKET, and go tearing off, because as it turns out the shadow was a lion.
His parents chased after the lion which, as it ran away, stumbled on something, and the baby fell out of the blanket, miraculously unharmed. The lion had only got a grip on the blanket, apparently. And they all lived reasonably happily ever after, and my professor grew up to be a professor at a small liberal arts college and tell his students this crazyass story.
Take your camera with you and a holga. See if your friends in Nairobi know of a place where 120 film can bought for the holga down there since it is very tricky to take film through airport security that causes film to get foggy no matter how good you protect it from their scanners.
Ah, good idea! I'll ask. Thanks for the suggestion. :-)
I'm pretty bendy everywhere except my left knee...
Southern Utah is probably as exotic to Kenya as Kenya is to Utah!
wow kenya believe it!
have a great time
Thank you. I still haven't tried packing - attempting to get through all my Paris photos before I leave again!
Remember to take lots of photos while you are there. I'm secretly jealous that you've not only been to Paris this past month but you are going to Kenya. Would you like to adopt a 26 year old daughter? I don't cry much nor am I particularly fussy lol.
Oh, don't worry about me not taking photos. I have a four eight-gig memory cards. I'm probably not going to shoot RAW most of the time so hopefully that will be plenty.
Actually, an already-grown daughter sounds like a fab idea!