100th Blogpost, Kenya Believe It?

Mombasa is East Africa's busiest port and as I mentioned before Kenya's second largest city. It isn't the nicest place on the planet but the old town with winding alleyways and carved wooden doors does have a charm to it, with Fort Jesus being the main landmark. We met Mitchell (Australian guy who was part of the original Somaliland-Crew) here for what turned out to be a fun night out, even though it did make the long bus ride back to the capital slightly less fun the morning after. In Nairobi we were kindly offered shelter by Pete and Sarah who we had only just met in Diani a few days earlier. They spoilt us rotten with delicious home-cooked meals, a true blessing after the Kenyan food which is probably the blandest and most limited cuisine I have ever experienced, most of the time the only thing on offer is beans, which let's face gets pretty dull after a few spoonfuls let alone weeks. At the weekend Elias and I took a trip west to Lake Naivasha spending two days in the area. As soon as we got there we went to the small Lake Kongoni which from a distance looks like a normal lake with a pink beach, getting closer you realise this pink beach is actually hundreds of thousands of flamingos congregating along the shores which was a remarkable sight. On the walk back to our lodge we saw plenty of giraffes at just a few metres distance, zebras, gazelles and hippos. Our second day started bright and early with a biking safari in Hell's Gate National Park on the schedule. It is very rare to be allowed to go into the national parks without guides and motorised vehicles in Kenya so given the chance we had to take it. Our animal sightings were however very limited and our stroll on the previous day, which didn't have an entrance fee attached to it, saw the same if not more interesting wildlife. The savannah-scape was beautiful though, allegedly the inspiration for the animators of "The Lion King" cycling between jagged red cliffs and gorges it wasn't hard to believe this rumour. Biking in a reserve though is no walk in the park, and with the bashed up bicycles we were given it was pretty punishing going up steep inclines in sandy dirt tracks, to be honest it was probably good we didn't see any of the more dangerous animals that have been seen on the site as we would have been easy prey. After this weekend we went back to our generous hosts who just kept on treating us as kings with more amazing food, so on our last night with them we decided we wanted to give something back and took them to the restaurant aptly named Carnivore. This is not an ideal place for vegetarians as the waiters keep bringing you meat of all different kinds: the usual beef, chicken, turkey, lamb and pork with more unusual cuts of crocodile, ostrich and ox-testicle, until you put the flag on your table down and surrender. I can honestly say I have never been so full in my life, and the stomach cramps I had after this session were almost on par with what I experienced having appendicitis, but it was worth every bite. The following day we had the healthy option of frozen yoghurt for lunch and then caught a matatu going west to the city of Kisumu.