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.
Before this year, it had been long since I visited the Giraffe Centre in Karen, Nairobi. Too long- almost 20 years actually. So when it was announced during a bird walk in June that we’d be going there, I was elated. One thing about Nairobi is that there’s so much to see. But sadly most residents don’t explore these places. In this post I give you a chance to virtually experience the Centre.
As I mentioned in my previous post, this year I was determined to attend all the waterfowl census to be held in & around Nairobi in July. Especially those which I missed in January, like the one at Nairobi National Park. I have been to the Park several times before, but to see the mammals. This would be a different experience no doubt.
In January this year I’d really wanted to go for the Waterfowl Census at Lake Ol Bolosat, Nyahururu. I had even been selected. But I let the chance go because I was swamped with assignments for an interview. I felt bad missing the trip but I was tired of being broke- hopefully I would finally get a good writing job. And I did. Not the one I was being interviewed for, but another one ( https://www.zedamagazine.com/author/michelle-ajema/). I was determined to go for the July census despite the cold. Read on to find out how it went…