Lake Naivasha, Kenya

What a difference 24 hours make from a smelly hotel room in Busia to a tent at Lake Naivasha – the tent being the preferable option. We left Busia this morning headed for Nairobi. Well into the tumultuously bumpy bus ride, Scott realized we shouldn’t go all the way to Nairobi if we wanted to explore (by foot) Hell’s Gate National Park. So we got off at Naivasha on the highway, took bodabodas into the town, took out money, went to the nicest grocery store we’ve seen in all of Africa, bought some provisions, and took long bodaboda rides out to the Lake (we wore helmets – I’ve been on more motorcycles than I’d care to remember on this trip, but I must say, in Kenya, I feel relatively safe on them). Scott set up camp in the fallen darkness at Fisherman’s Camp. We ordered dinner of crayfish and salad (we splurged) to the sounds of fighting monkeys.

It’s been a lovely evening. Scott had to do some surgery to his shorts. Argentina is leading Mexico 2-0 at half time. I’m excited to wake up and actually see the Lake. Our second night in Kenya, but I like to think it’s our first.