Journeying into Africa: A First Glance at Kenya
The beginning of travel is always hectic: a cacophony of hand luggage, neck pillows, tangled earphones and passports; accentuated with the bleariness that was a result of a fitful sleep on an overnight flight.
Stepping out of Jomo Kenyatta International Airport and Nairobi, all was forgotten as we were greeted with a watery sunrise and surprisingly chilly weather. Nairobi itself did not leave as much of an impact on me as the rest of Kenya did - but living in a place like Bangkok, not much about the hustle and bustle of a capital city does anymore - but it’s definitely worth a trip for all the meat lovers out there. Our first proper ‘Kenyan’ meal was at Carnivore Restaurant, which would have been your average grilled meat place if not for a) the mammoth central grill from where all our food came and b) the eccentric meat options offered (buffalo testicles, anyone?). The meat was seasoned perfectly, and both Daniel and I ate so much we were unable to stomach dinner that night - it was a truly divine culinary experience.
Journeying into Africa: Sawa Sawa (Let’s Go!)
For an aspiring mermaid and reasonably experienced kayaker, being surrounded by miles of open sea is like being at home. And as I stood in the safari truck, chin rested on the side of the open roof and hair being blown into a tangled mess by the wind, I couldn’t help but wonder how such polar opposites could be so similar at the same time. It was a battle between wet and dry, waves and grass, ceaseless movement and permanent inertness, yet both landscapes speak the same volumes of freedom; of a certain danger; of a savage, untameable beauty.