Kenya – Maasai Mara – March 2013

I was filled with excitement.  Looking forward to this trip to Kenya was even more exciting than trips I’d had in the past, because my daughter was with me and we had travelled here for a friend’s wedding.

Kenyatta Airport takes some getting used to.  If that is indeed possible.  It’s noisy, hot and crowded.  The immigration area is driven by the requirement to fill in reams of paper and I’m sure the officers’ main job satisfaction, comes from stamping every piece of paper that is handed to them.

It is the main hub of aviation travel into and out of Kenya.  However, in order to travel within Kenya itself, a short taxi journey is required to take you to Wilson Airport.  I say ‘short’ that depends on the time of day.  It can take anytime, from a quick half hour to a very very slow two hour trip.

The planes used to transfer you from Nairobi to the main camps within the Mara are propeller driven and have seating room only.  Not for the faint hearted, this type of air travel is not for those who have problems with turbulence!!  But the views are amazing and shouldn’t be missed.

I haven’t yet come across poor accommodation on the Mara, however the usual accommodation of the ensuite tent (with fully operational rusty bucket shower) was replaced by a lodge on stilts.  The accommodation was beautiful and the setting absolutely magnificent.  We were placed on a raised section of the riverbank, overlooking hippo, crocodile, giraffe and dic dic.

The Mara is and will always be a small piece of heaven in my opinion.

March isn’t the usual time of year for large numbers of human visitors to the Plains, so we were fortunate not to have to fight our way through the crowds.  The game drives were chatty and enjoyable.  The game viewings were as usual, extraordinary.

It’s always a wonderful experience to have a walk through the bush following the morning game drive.  You feel very very small, on foot, looking up at a Giraffe, with nothing between you but open space.  Being down by the riverbank looking across at crocodile, realising that this is their territory and that you are only enjoying the view, because they haven’t swam across the river and chased you up the bank.  Truly – I was ready to run at a moment’s notice!

Kenya is a wonderful country.  The difficulties it faces with violence on the door step, makes it difficult for those in the travel industry, who rely on tourists, to make a living

My daughter asks when we’re going back.  Sorrowfully I don’t know, but I hope very soon.