Month: September 2017

Kenyan Elections

The elections are now set for October 26th. The drama level is rising, but things are still mostly peaceful. Mostly. Overall, the feeling is mixed. Some people are very worried. Others are not worried at all. Just about everyone wants things to go smoothly and be able to move along with their lives regardless of the outcome. I’m still optimistic about overall peaceful elections. We’ll see what happens.  Note: I have no opinion on either candidate and no opinion in regard to the outcome of the election.

The Great Migration

Not to be confused with the people migration that happens in Nairobi every year, this is the real Great Migration. We got to experience it on our trip to the Mara. So, what is it? The Great Migration is the mass migration of wildebeest, zebra, and other animals such as gazelle and impala. The animals move, sort of following the rains, to get to better pastures and drinking water. They move between Serengeti National Park in Tanzania and the Maasai Mara National Reserve in Kenya. Of course, animals don’t care about political borders and the Serengeti and Mara are the same stretch of land. So, it’s a mass migration across this vast area. Timing varies depending on the rains but usually peak time is in August. (I don’t recommend going in August as the park will be teeming with obnoxious tourists. More on that in a future post.) We got to see it in mid-July this year as the herds crossed from the Mara to the Serengeti. We got to view the crossing of the …

Guest Post: Oreo

Hi everyone, my name is Oreo. I just moved in recently. Mom said that she’s putting up a few more posts that are more timely to what’s going on in our lives right now. She asked me if I’d do a guest blog. Even though she won’t let me chew on the hamper, I agreed. Some of you might remember reading about how my parents were not going to get a dog in Kenya. Then, they decided that they would eventually get a dog here, when the time was right. Well, they decided the time was right. They were going to take their time, but then they met me and fell in love. Who can blame them? As I said, my name is Oreo. I’m black with a little white. Apparently, I am very sleek and elegant. I’m a ten-and-a-half months old (we’re guessing but we think we’re fairly right on my age). Mom and Dad say I’m really smart. I’m also very active but also a snuggler. I like long walks in Karura Forest, …

Review: Fly-SAX

We usually fly Air Kenya when we travel domestically. This time, for whatever reason, we went with another airline. We flew Fly-Sax. They were terrible. We left late on our way out to the Mara. This would have been okay if anyone at the airline had any idea what was going on, which no one did. When we landed at our destination (the last of four stops in the Mara), we heard the pilot talking on his cell phone. There was apparently something wrong with the plane. Thank goodness we made it okay. With three stops between Wilson and our air strip, a lot could have gone wrong. I’m glad the trip itself went fine. The way back was worse. The camp confirmed with the airline that the flight was on time…but it wasn’t. It was an hour late. Mind you, we weren’t in an airport but rather at an open air field while waited. Finally the plane came. It wasn’t a Fly-Sax plane. It was from Renegade Air covering for Fly-Sax. The flight was …

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Home Leave

We spent much of August in the U.S. I’ll be honest, the trip was a mixed bag. I’ll start at the beginning. While still on the plane at JFK, we tried to use the Mobile Pass app. At first, we thought it didn’t work because it seemed to not go through. We got an error that our pass couldn’t be generated at that time. Actually the app did work, but I’ll get to that a little later. We got off the plane and then headed to immigration, where we scanned our passports. Both J. and I had a giant X printed on our resulting tickets. We were then shoved into a special line. No one would tell us what the X meant. No one would tell us about the line. In fact, the immigration people yelled at us. So, we stopped asking. There we were, standing in an incredibly slow moving line. We talked to our fellow line people. All of us had been flagged. We each had a ticket with either an X or …