Today feels like we're heading off into unknown territory. We left Lewa, packed into an MPV with Flora and a mound of luggage. After waving goodbye to the last of the grevy's zebra and the bumpy dirt tracks, we started our tarmacked journey to Iten. We only travelled three and a half of the 10 hour journey today, winding our way up to Nyahururu.
The children snacked on flapjacks and orange juice, drew Flora pictures of English style houses and had a few minor scuffles in the back seat. Flora ended up wedged between the luggage and the window, with Lila and Uma fighting on her lap. Uma also had time to ponder over things a little… "If mosquitoes only come out at night, what do they eat for breakfast and lunch?"
We're staying the night at the Thompson's Falls Lodge, a hotel that has seen better days (back in the 70's judging from the decor), with holes in the mosquito nets and jugs with broken handles. We spent most of the afternoon in the garden, the girls using the picnic tables as shops and cafes, while Ossian pulled me along behind him as he explored the pathways.
After an initial standoff, the children befriended a little girl who'd come for drinks with her parents, and they were soon playing hide and seek and What's The Time Mr Wolf, and chasing each other round the garden, with big hugs when she left. We ate our supper in the dark after the whole town had a power cut, and then went back to our room, lit the fire in the fireplace, and were all soon fast asleep.
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