Heading towards Nakuru after getting the daily African massage. I always wondered what that would be like to have beautiful Africans hands loosing my tight ‘zungu’ (white person in swahili) back. Instead of that the bumps on the roads served as a free African deep tissue massage. Having my beats on listening to African tribal beats while I’m looking out from the back of the car taking the Kenyan scenery in. I have been sitting next to the local driver so far who provided valuable information that I can share with you in the posts.
It is always interesting to get a local’s perspective. Especially in a country like Kenya where corruption is so significant and the young generations are subject to exposure of terra groups originating from the neighbouring Somalia. Things started to change in Kenya after the British has left and the colony ceased to exist, Jomo Kenyatta was no longer the president and Kenya gained its independence. The Somali’s continuous recruitment from the Kenyan youngsters for the Al Shabab puts a pressure on the country, especially when they have to fight back they don’t know whether they are fighting the somalians or their own kind. To protect the country there are negotiations now in the government about building a wall on the Kenya-Somalia border. Howevet tourism is well protected and workers in the industry make sure that you get your money worth. They are respectful and very knowledgeable. You can ask them any question and they will be proud to share about their country.
On the way you can spot some masai men walking in their vivid red robe holding tightly onto their spears, women carrying supplies from the nearest town, children playing or walking to school on the plains. Zebras, Giraffes, Warthogs, baboons feeding on the grasslands and many others looking for food on the savannah.
As Mumford & Sons’ ‘There will be time’ song comes up on my Spotify playlist and Baaba Maal starts singing in swahili the shiver runs down my spine. At the same time seeing children waving as our Land Cruiser passes by I have all this emotion overflowing in me – it really feels like as time began here. There is a lake at the Rift Valley in Kenya where our planet’s oldest tribe (the cousins of the Masai) the Tukanas come from. They call that place the ‘Cradle of mankind’.
In the afternoon we arrive to Lake Nakuru that used to be famous of the millions of pink flamingos. Unfortunately due to global warming and the water temperature rising the microscopic algae started dying therefore no more alkaline is left which means no food for the flamingos. About 5 years ago when this started happening from the millions of flamingos at Lake Nakuru there is only a few left, the rest had to migrate to other lakes like Lake Bogoria which now hosts the biggest numbers of Flamingos.
Also unmanaged garbage disposal made the water conterminated so animals no longer drink from the lake.
It is a shame really as the landscape is spectacular, the new Lake Nakuru lodge with a great view at the lake is probably one of the best around and it is not far from Nairobi. We did get to see the remaining Flamingos after visiting the rhinos in the government supported park. Note that the road was much better than in Masai Mara which belongs to the county.
It was just before sunset when we got a permission from the ranger to fly the drone and even though I got to fly with the flamingos the footage will be rather dark and the Flamingos will not look pink.