Ok, so im not leaving. But we finally had a chance to leave the homestead and see the area around us. One of the guys working for dad, Leslie, drove us in the little beat up pickup truck. Leslie is a really good guy and one of our best friends here. He doesnt act like a creep towards Maggie. He gets a green light. Joing us was the Primary school principal Mr. Ochuogo, his cousins Edwin ( a student from the secondary school), Madame Rose ( our favorite teacher from primary school). Me and Maggie kicked it Kenya-styles, drove in the back of the pickup. I swear my neck looks like a different race altogether, im getting black. But itll work in my favor. Like they say "Darker the berry sweeter the juice". I wonder how they judge that in afrca though.
Stocked up on bread, biscuits, and mangoes we left at 11, with our original leaving time was 9.lol. african standard time. Our first stop was at Simbi Lake, known for its flamingo population and legendary story. Its a sulfuric depression, with a stink. The flamingos were gone, migrated to Lake Nakuru till August. But legend states that after a king had not given a peasant water, the whole village was submerged under a body of water, within minutes.
We then visited some natural hot springs near Homa Hills. Managed to even boil some eggs in the water. It happens near an inactive volcano. Our final stop was at a Norweigan Camp, no longer under thier influence. We sat at a open hut, atop a cliff with a thatched roof. The view was breathtaking, overlooking lake victoria on one side, and the hills on the other. A view worth a thousand words, but absolutely free.
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