21 Sept 2012
There’s Wildebeest in my Garden
Today dawned sunny and cool. I actually slept pretty well and got up at the crack of 8A. You know Mother does not like rising before 9, but there it is. Francis was a bit late and well, it’s Africa and it’s Francis.
The day quickly became uncomfortably hot, so I went to turn on the air conditioning and it was like little hamsters blowing kisses. Now last time I was here, the air conditioning didn’t work and Francis had to get Freon because it was not working and well, it’s not working. Seems he has a van he uses most of the time, and this is for old ladies like me. I warned him that I couldn’t make 10 days in Siaya heat, nor would Monica without air conditioning. He promised to get it fixed when we got to Naivasha.
Francis didn’t think I should stay in Naivasha and felt Nakuru would be better. But as usual no one at a hotel answers the phone and I had booked it here in Naivasha so there it is.
Driving up to the Naivasha Country Club was something out of the 1920’s Hemingway theme. Lots of wood, no electricity (it did get fixed later) a resident wildebeest in the garden and lucky me, they upgraded me to my very own tent. Now these are gorgeous affairs, as you can see from the photos, but they are indeed tents. And that means they are canvas, and the singing birds can be heard all night. And then there’s the problem of it being unseasonably cold here. So they offered me hot water bottles for my bed.
I was hoping for more wild animals, but I have to get up very early for that and that’s not going to happen. But I will go on a hippo ride and Francis will take me to Nakuru, which abounds with monkeys and zebras (though you can stop by the side of the road and see them) and my favorite, the giraffes.
Catch you tomorrow.