Day 8
Today’s plan was to get up, tidy up, do some laundry and head out to enjoy a weekend off. Well the best laid plans tend to take turns for the worst!
Although we got up early ish neither one could be bothered to tidy and there was a distinct lack of buckets for laundry. By the time we were finished and ready to head out it was very close to new arrivals time so we decided to wait. Not sure that was the best decision I have ever made!
Daniel is typical Kenyan, runs his own schedule and doesn’t think of the implications this may have on other people and their schedules. So with this in mind we decide to say a quick hello to the girls and head to Colobus Trust to see Juma and the Monkeys and then to the beach to chill out before Carla leaves me again! Again, our plan did not QUITE come to pass!
By the time the women (not girls, they turned out to both be old enough to be my mum) arrived, sorted their millions of belongings (we are talking 2 suitcases and 1 hand luggage EACH) and we had lunch it was gone 2pm! Daniel offered Carla and I a lift to Nakumat where we would pick up a Mat to the monkeys!
Well, it looks like today was a day not for plans! Yes, we did get a lift to Nakumat (delayed of course) but we got a little stuck in the shop!
We decided that a quick trip to the loo was needed before being stranded without a toilet on the beach…the trip was not so quick! The handle to the main toilet door broke as we were in there, resulting in us being stuck in a small, windowless room which was getting increasingly more sweaty much to the amusement of the staff! 20 minutes later we were out, unharmed, hot and slightly embarrassed.
A quick trip round the store resulted in a fan for the bedroom (for which I will be forever thankful to Carla for) and off we went in a Tuk Tuk to Colobus. Here, I got pretty close to “Handy Joe” one of the resident monkeys, which, and anyone who knows about my slight monkey obsession will already know this, was exceptionally exciting!
Daniel then calls saying he has dropped Ana and Laura off at the beach (read pub) and will come to meet us to pick up the fan. Expecting him within a few minutes we stay at Colobus. 40 minutes later he arrives, dramatically reducing our time at the beach to zero minutes.
So my day drew to a close in 40’s bar with 2 volunteers that are old enough to be my mum, feeling increasingly more aggravated, waiting for an unorganised host.
But, tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow is Safari day!!!
Oh…just as a little aside to this post…I got an update on James today. I now know what went on in Sudan and how come he is home. It is pretty horrendous and it’s not my place to tell you all. But knowing what went on makes it so much easier for me to try and relate to what he is going through. Weekly emails still being sent, even from Kenya, and I just hope I am having an impact!
Musings of a misguided mind 