6.15am breakfast, not a pretty sight our crew, unlike the Dior and Armani safari clad young Columbians arriving at the sunrise breakfast. Short shorts, tight tops, in safari gear….. the men in Top Gear sunglasses and probably clad in cool Australian fine wool green tops cobbled together by an Italian bespoke tailor. Sorry Columbians but its time to pick on somebody else, The Wormeater feels I’ve singled him out bit. Possibly true but he does make it easy.

The drive out of the park takes about 2 hours, we see a male lion, lots of birds, and the ho hum old giraffes and zebras.

Great Rift Valley’s rich soil means they grow all sorts of crops. Its the food bowl of Kenya. It’s dry but green, apparently rainfall is regular, but this year has been an exception. They have small farms and larger farms as we head further south towards Tanzania.

Its Sunday as we drive down the valley, people selling things, people going to church in fine colourful clothes and hats, kids waving to us.

The landscape and vegetation change sugnificantly as we drop down to the plains (aka the Masai Mara, tribal Masai land. It’s dry, thousands of cattle, timber yards country again

The tar roads are rough, but the dirt roads are exponentially rougher roads.

Checkin to Zebra Plains Mara glamping facility is easy,  quick lunch gets us ready to unpack and rest a little.

The glamping tent is warm inside, the rain starts and Ken puts our planned safari back to  4.15 Safari postponed.

The roads are sticky but Ken decides we can go. He takes a Kenya Wildlife Ranger with us and we go straight to a lion resting place, there are heaps of lions, the one of them decides its hungry and goes after a giraffe, with no success, but it’s exciting. Then we see a cheetah. There are thousands of zebras and wilderbeast here, wide open slopes and Plains with reasonable grass. The Ranger has us tearing all over the place, fantastic having him with us.

The rain stops when we arrive back, a quick drink, dinner and bed, its been a long day.

Ciao

Pauolo