ISLAND WITHOUT ROAD (continued, part 3) In the morning they packed up their bags and returned to the mainland, and I decided it was time to move to the town of Lamu, because I'm tired of every time boaters to pay exorbitant prices. I decided to stay at the hotel, which has already stopped Prasanna, but unfortunately, he was going to go from there. He offered to fly to Zanzibar, and such an offer he could not refuse. Over lunch I met with Maria, Soren and Tanya. As it turned out, they were moving in the opposite direction, that is, moving from Lamu in the peeling to spend a couple of days. In general, I was left all alone, in principle, it was a good thing, because I'm still going to climb hills and take pictures a bit. In the hills the way I went about four o'clock in the afternoon, trying to find their way to the hills before they sit the sun. With the breakwater could not see them, so I had to offhand estimate the distance to them from my hotel, and then random paths, making their way to the center of the island. I soon came to the building of the local primary school, the sun began to set. (And why I left Shelah?) In the field, which was located behind the school, I finally found a reason the first of the hills which were visible from the hotel. I quickly got up at him and was surprised to find that from the top overlooking the sandy dunes, who went as far as the eye to the center of the island. Climb up the steep sandy slope I managed without much difficulty. The rains here are quite common and well-tamped sand. Every time I climbed on top of another hill nearby hill seemed a bit higher and closed my review, so I had to climb up on him. Beach climbed to the top of the hill, seemed the highest, I stopped to look around. From there, overlooking the entire island. It was evident Lamu, peeling, a village in the center - all at a glance. Behind me was the beach, he stretched out somewhere very far away. So I could judge, the beach was just one person. In the guide about the beach was not a word, so that, apparently, of his existence known to few. Very strange to see two camels that were grazing on a nearby dune. I looked around but saw no one who could pass for their owner. Instantly in my mind was born the idea that perhaps a pair of wild camels living on this small island. I decided to run up to him and see how they react to it. Going to the animals at a distance a couple feet, I could not cause any reaction at the "indigenous" inhabitants of the desert, camels do not even budge. They probably belonged to someone and people have long been accustomed. Before that I had never seen camels so close, so was amazed by their size. I left wishing that I had with him was not the bottle with sweet water. I once saw a video on the Internet, so the camel calmly drink down a bottle of Coca-Cola, looks like fun! Camels The next morning I left Lamu. It started to rain, but I still could not recover after yesterday's overabundance of impressions. This adventure may well be the best moment of my entire trip. I sat on a bus to Mombasa, where I had to spend a couple of days. A couple of weeks I had to be in Rwanda, and more on the way to go to Uganda. View of the sunset from the roof of the hotel from Mombasa I still have not the best impression. I had to stay in town because the time for the trip south to the beach, I was not. Mombasa seemed to me something similar to Nairobi, but everything was dirty and dark. Over, in my opinion could affect the fact that I was robbed here. Everything happened according to my own stupidity. Pickpocket pulled out hundred dollar bill, which was in the pocket of my backpack. Worst of all was that scum managed to steal more and waterproof bag, which was also in a backpack. It cost only $ 15, but without him they could not understand how to protect your camera from moisture, given that tropical storms are not uncommon here. This bag has already saved once my camera during the trip by speedboat from Lamu in the peeling. I then recklessly is housed in the rear part, and I breathed a few times with water. Replace the bag there was nothing, and now I have had to rely solely on plastic bags, which, by the way, Rwanda is prohibited. Yes, that's right, plastic bags are outlawed there. On the other hand, a few good people with whom I met at the Hotel Mombasa Bekpekerz "helped me solve the problem. The restaurant is dull and upset, I got on a bus in Nairobi, to the millionth time to go to a local holiday camp. I was overjoyed when I knew people greeted me with hugs and joyous greetings. There were Joe and Paul, who returned to the camp from Mombasa. They have a couple of days waiting for me to get together to go to a restaurant "Carnivore" because I told them I was going to visit it. Mark was also there. Most of all I was surprised to see Maddie. She had to go to Mount Kenya to spend there some kind of research, but she became ill and had to return to Nairobi. Paul that night, Mark picked up great, and he had to stay in the camp. All the rest went to dinner at the "Carnivore", one of the most famous restaurants in Africa. Portion of meat out there worth about $ 35. Serving there any meat (beef, pork, chicken, turkey, goat meat) in any form, but is there, and exotic foods such as meat crocodile, buffalo and ostrich. Before they could enjoy a camel, zebra and giraffe, but restrictions on the sale of meat did the trick. Here, all meat dishes cooked on a spit, on the charcoal grill. The meat served on swords and machetes cut portions of the plate. At first we were offered a salad, but after all refused, they brought a baked potato. Blow your vegetables! We came to the meat is! Finally, in a lot of meat served. Different varieties brought faster than I could have something to chew, so after some time I have accumulated on the plate a whole bunch of made up of disparate pieces. When all had eaten to satiety, in the center of the table cost to raise the white flag. I think we have a good snack before we decided to give up. Ledra Street I will miss the camaraderie and the people whom I consider my friends when I have to leave Nairobi. It seems that ever since I left my house, I almost never had one. If I go into some Kenyan town, where I will meet a familiar face. I'm sorry I can not travel in this friendly company, but to me it's time to move south, toward South Africa. I was pressed for time. Joe On the other hand, in the next few weeks, I'll do those things that have long wanted to do. The most important thing - get down on a raft on the Nile and see the mountain gorillas in a national park Park Nacional de Volcans in Rwanda. In front of me waiting for an exciting adventure. Start material:
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