No longer in Kenya (aaah!) but still a Kenyan at heart...
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
Anyhoo, sending this post via Email so hoping it will arrive.
House full of people packing stuff and making sure my good go on a ship next week. Really sad at the moment, but such is life.
Dawie's in the hospital (again) for some further tests so I've made my flight back earlier - need to be by his side. They must just finish this packing thing now.
Hope y'all are really well!
Will catch up when I have decent (read broadband) connection at 'home' in Pretoria.
Friday, 23 May 2008
Banjul - Eccentric Gambian President Yahya Jammeh threatened to behead gays unless they left the country, according to reports on Thursday.
"The Gambia is a country of believers... sinful and immoral practices (such) as homosexuality will not be tolerated in this country," the president told a crowd at a political rally on May 15, said reports.
He went on to say he would "cut off the head" of any gay person caught in The Gambia.
The anti-gay campaign continued in the Gambian pro-government media this week with the Daily Observer publishing a virulent editorial.
"We have said it before and we will say it again. This is a Muslim and Christian country. Both the Qur'an and the Holy Bible condemn homosexuality - pure and simple," the paper wrote on Monday May 19.
I'm at a loss for words.
Thursday, 22 May 2008
This is the kind of kindness and hospitality I'm really going to miss. Not getting invited to dinner or going to a fancy restaurant with friends and acquaintances - no, I'm going to miss the 'local culture' of Karibu Sana - you are welcome. Nothing is ever too much trouble or 'not my job'. In most cases you get greeted with a friendly smile and a warm handshake - real, honest 'honesty'.
In just over a week I'll be getting on a plane for the last time as a resident of Kenya. It will not be the last time I'm in the country - no, I'll be visiting frequently, but it is a sad day to look forward to...
What I won't miss is not being with my hubby though!
Have a pretty day now y'all!
Ps: And now EVERYBODY can see which words I cannot spell 'cause spellchecker is highlightin' them all pretty like in yello!
Tuesday, 20 May 2008
Friday, 16 May 2008
SA. She turned (terrible word, but OK) the ripe old
age of 81 recently and has always been one of those people that you just cannot help but admire.
Aunt C married quite young with a man that was 15 years older than she was. They lived on a farm in the Freestate and were, to be modest, very successful tobacco farmers. Just over ten years ago her husband passed away and she bought the property close to my parents home which she shares with her youngest daughter and her husband.
The reason I say that she is somebody that I truly admire, is that she is such a wonderful role model for somebody of her age. After a few years she decided that it just was not fun to be alone anymore, and decided that she would start dating again! Now, she's been with her 'boyfriend' for about 3 years and he is, once again, a few years older than she is. However, don't for one moment think that these two old 'fogies' sit around drinking tea and playing chess. No dearies, they scoot all over the place on Uncle N's motorbike (!), go for adventure holidays where they hike, dive into pools over waterfalls, take part in classic car rallies in their restored Alfa Romeo Spider, and just get up to all sorts of antics for two 'oldies in their 80's'...
She also has the funniest things to say about men, especially since she knows I bat for the other team and she loves my hubby to pieces, we tend to have these discussions about men and what they are like:
1. 'My dear boy, all men are the same. It's just their surnames that differ...' She said to me one day when the husband and I were having a little disagreement - nothing serious and this comment defused the situation completely.
2. 'Men only have three moods my dear boy. They're either sleepy, horny or hungry. So, if he's not sleeping, and he doesn't have an erection - give him a sandwich!' Never a truer word was spoken...
3. 'My best friend in this world is Viagra. How else would we make Uncle N do what he's supposed to do. For goodness sake my boy, can't keep giving the man sandwiches...'
There are so many more and I wish that I can live the life she leads into my 80's, with the hubby at my side. She is truly an inspiration to me.
Age is after all just a number and you will only feel as old (or young) as you choose to feel!
I'm off to Mount Kili for the weekend, so hope y'all have a really pretty youthful weekend now!
Wednesday, 14 May 2008
Ps: WY thinks that 'Shitty hoppa' drivers are on crack - but if i had to sit in this traffic all day, I would also use A LOT of drugs!
Tuesday, 13 May 2008
Monday, 12 May 2008
On a lighter note... Headin' here this weekend ->
Should be fun - just below Mount Kilimanjaro and time spent with a dear, dear friend of mine. At least then I can forget about the KRA's and SARS's of this world for a little bit...
Hope y'all have a really pretty day now!
Friday, 9 May 2008
Thursday, 8 May 2008
Wednesday, 7 May 2008
But I digress...
Chicken is a 'Kugel' of note. This is 'Souf Efriken-ism' for 'Cool Girl', or a person (of the female persuasion usually, but you do get male kugels) that is a dedicated follower of fashion, talks with a funny-ish nasal, accent (Ye knew doll, this little spot is deviiiiiiine!Im about to platz!) and is ever so slightly over the top. Do not misunderstand me for one second - I love her to pieces, she is such a genuine person and will not hurt a fly, but her mannerisms really are very stereotypical. It is also important to note here that Chicken is VERY well travelled and has been all over the world - both on leisure and business travel. However, most of her travels are to Europe and the like...
So we set of for Mombasa with a cooler box full of Evian water, wet wipes to clean our hands and faces every now and again, some low -GI sandwiches in a cooler and a half a ton of luggage. We also have the air con pumping full blast in the car, and soft, esoteric music playing on the stereo. It's all very Zen...
As you might know, the first section between Nairobi and Machakos Crossing is not particularly smooth, and this took us a good hour and a bit to complete. Chicken is making little funny noises in between mouthfuls of Evian, and me overtaking into oncoming traffic and the occasional crazy driving antics as only displayed here in Kenya. Ducking a diving in between cars and matatus, taking on trucks and just generally being a right arse on the road - loving every minute of it... Chicken - being of the nervous passenger variety, makes comments like -'You never told me we needed a sports bra for this daaaahling', and 'My Gawd, this is stuuuuning doll!' and 'Mummy needs to make piddles, see!'... So, after a rather bouncy bit we stopped at Machakos Crossing at the fuel station to 'make piddles'.
This specific station is used by the truckers that travel on this very busy route and, to be honest, is not particularly 'clean and sanitized'. In fact, as you get out the car, you get a whiff of old urine and blocked toilets, and then you're not even close to the bathroom door yet. You have to still walk around the building... So, Es and Chicken head for the bathroom (I know better, I'll stop next to the road a little out of town) and I sit in the car. Chicken has a packet of wet wipes, a toilet roll and hand lotion in her hands in addition to the whole handbag thing, and Es - being an old Kenyan traveller, a roll of paper and wet wipes.
Chicken, bless her, walked to the bathroom with all her normal flair, flicking her hair, slight bounce in the step and bosom pushed out to as far as it would go - getting the attention they deserve - the puppies, I mean, her Prada heels clicking on the rough sidewalk next to the petrol station. She walked to the door of the bathroom, slight grin on her face and took one step into the door of the bathroom. As if running into a brick wall she stopped, paused for the slightest of moments and duly made a 180 degree turn. Walking back to the car, she looked me straight in the eye and said 'Don't worry sweetie, I'll hold it!'
And she did - until we stopped another two hours later - but she was applying Avroy Slain to her lips every few minutes and not a drop (wet or dry) passed her lips until she had a chance to empty her bladder. I have enormous respect for her - I cannot hold 'it' that long - when a mans gotta go, a mans gotta go!
The rest of our trip was wonderful and the rest of the weekend phenomenal, but that is another post altogether - or maybe I've written about it already... Not about to go back and check. There were other great instances - like when Chicken went to braid her hair in Kilifi, when she was 'attacked by a vicious minkey' in the room, when we had to remove the 'froggie from the bathroom but not kill it, because it has a family' or when we used a tuk-tuk to go to town and it nearly rolled over when negotiating one of the pot-holed streets. (That scream made the whole town of Kilifi stop in it's tracks for a few seconds...)
Dawie and I both LOVE Chicken to pieces and one of the places where we can always just be ourselves is at her stunning home in Sandton. (Obviously!) She is just such a sweet, wonderful and sincere friend. The rare kind!
Now hope y'all have a really purdy day now, see!
Monday, 5 May 2008
This is a picture of where I'm living at the moment...
City of Nairobi.
And this is where we live in Pretoria...
Can anybody spot the difference?
Thanks to Google Earth for the pictures provided.
Will tell you more about my wonderful weekend at Lake Baringo tomorrow, now there is just not enough time!
Hope y'all had a good weekend.
Spent some time this weekend at the stunning 'Camp Island' as we called it, or Island Camp as it is really known... Was a bit of Freudian Slip the first time it was said and it stuck around for the rest of the weekend. Well, long weekend really, we arrived on Thursday and only got back to the city on Sunday afternoon. It was truly worth every shilling... You have no choice but to relax and just let the time fly by - you're on an island in the middle of a croc invested lake, so what you gonna do - swim across?
I'll post a few pictures here today - no real time to write a whole story with it, but it will come!
Sunset over the lake. Taken from 'skull island' as we referred to it. The island in your sight is where we stayed. Went for a sundowner cruise to another island...
Just for interest sake, the owner of the lodge on the island is a lovely fellow that is quite the host - he's always got a quick joke and time to talk to his guests. He is also, very gay friendly for those gay folks looking for a spot to travel to that does not 'frown' upon two men sharing a double bed. (Not that my Dawie was there, but I discussed this with him...)