Its a cold Saturday morning, my mind and body are fighting, my mind is shouting "wakey! wakey!", but my limbs and torso don't budge and only turn to rest on one side in defiance. My ears are picking every sound from my neighbours "bumtwaf " to the baby crying his lungs out upstairs, my eyelids pop open, my eyes curse them for the light. Mind wins and voila im up "yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!", I quickly place a kiss on sweetie "smooooooch!" my legs swing over the side, but my arms stretch out and start pulling at the blanket as my legs willingly try to swing back onto the bed, its now an all out war but I really need to wake up.
Yes! i need to wake up I have a trip to go to so out the door my feet lead, my hand opens the door don ask the other is busy too, I slowly turn the handle and rush out I have an urgent need to take a leak. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! relief [hehe yep got to the can], "sweetie, wake up!" we need to get ready to hit the road we have exactly one and a half hours to get to town and hop onto our ride for a camping trip, I jump into the shower, wow I love technology instant showers electric kettles. I hate cold water, slippery bathroom floors and smoking "thitobu" [paraffin stoves], choking fumes from a jiko[charcoal burner], three stone wood fire places for heating my bath water. Aaaaah the water feels good "oooooooooooh!". "OUCH!", sorry for that sweetie just flushed the loo "hehe!".
We get into town and no one is ready to leave, for about 40 minutes nothing happens and we finally get underway and head to Naivasha. We cruise past matatus, busses and trucks and head towards Westlands aiming to leave noisy and poluted Nairobi behind.
KEFRI trees watch over the highway like sentries, a cool cold breeze weaves its way between their trunks raising their branches in a synchronous dance as we race past. We talk about everything and anything that comes to mind laughing and joking. Longonot is asleep in the distance looking cold and blue as the clouds embrace her and try to shield from our warm gaze. Like obstacles in a race the police road blocks, dot the highway stopping the mighty trucks and forcing us to change pace.
We finally get to Naivasha town drive down its dusty streets with the sound of 125cc Motorcycles in the churning white clouds of volcanic dust.
The car is filled with excited faces as we come to a stop near two majestic giraffe a few clicks of the camera and we have to move on, its getting late and we have not reached our camp site. The scenery changes as greenhouses dot the landscape interrupting the view of a beautiful sunset. The road curves and turns and the beautiful sunset is before us, but the greenhouses do not relent in their greed to hug and cover the once beautiful landscape.
We drive into camp the greenhouses on either side of the drive mocking our arrival to this beautiful lakeside camp. We are finally here. Where you ask? "don't tell anyone its called crayfish".
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