It’s day who-knows-what of self isolation since Kenya announced its first case of COVID-19 and I really miss being outdoors. The fact that no one knows how long this will last is what’s taking its toll more than anything. That and being holed up in the house with family all day, every day. Introverts will tell you they need breathing space from others every so often. On this last day of April, I’m thinking about the shortest bird census I’ve done so far.
January almost ended without a post! I’ve challenged myself to do at least one post every month, and for the past almost 4 years, I’ve managed. The year started well and then things started going sideways. The waterfowl census was postponed by 2 weeks, then I missed one of the trips due to organizational challenges, work was crazy and I was drowning in responsibilities…By the time last weekend was rolling around I was in dire need of a mental break.
I first went to Lk. Ol Bolosat last year during the July waterfowl census. I was excited since it was a new destination and I was eager to see just how cold it would get. Little did I know that an accident would unfold, in terms of me drowning and almost being swept away by the water. I decided to go back last month to make peace with the lake, so to speak.
I had really been looking to go on a trip to refresh the mind after the accident in June. Unfortunately the one I found was postponed. There was no word on the July Waterfowl Census so I thought it had been cancelled. The earliest trip happened to be a whole month later (20- 22 July). I was invited by a friend to join his friends in going to Maasai Mara.
Yep, I’ve been writing and sharing stories on here for 3 years now. 3 years of travel which began with my visit to South Africa then morphed into exploring my own country. During this time I have paid for countable trips- a good number of my travels have been free. Don’t ask me how. God is awesome. 🙂
When in the Kinangop Highlands in September last year, we saw Mt. Eburu at a distance from a vantage point. I wondered if maybe I could hike it one day and what do you know, Nature Kenya organised a hike to that same mountain in December. Read on to catch up on my experience there.
2017- 2018 were years that whacked me in the face in a number of ways. One of them is working on an article on forest conservation in Kenya as agreed with an editor of a certain magazine… only for him to not publish it. In addition he failed to answer my follow up emails. I decided that my work must be seen either way. This is the article that never made it to the January- March 2018 edition of magazine.
Mount Kilimambogo. I see it every day from my bedroom window. We have an epic view from our estate gate as well. I had been fascinated by it for a long time since we moved here. It had been my intention to go there this year- first by April, then by August. Finally got to do it in October.
Travel, just like birding, is addictive. Once you love it you’ll never go back. And so after realising that I hadn’t taken a trip the whole of August, I resolved to do so in September. That’s how I ended up going for my first Nature Kenya Youth Committee trip to Kinangop Highlands.
I can’t believe I’ve been to Magadi twice this year. The place is so fascinating to me. It’s wild and looks like somewhere on another planet. I don’t know how animals and plants thrive there. My first experience in January involved the drama of walking barefoot through muddy pools and on sharp pebbles. The second visit in July had drama also, but of a different kind.