In June 2014 Bev found its way to Nairobi to start a month-long journey through Kenya and Uganda. One of many major causes on her behalf visit was to meet up Jared, a Ugandan university student who she had been sponsoring for days gone by 18 months. escorts Adelaide
Bev's timing was perfect: the Lake Turkana Cultural Festival was to take place a few days after her arrival in Kenya and so which was the first destination. Moses and Laura, friends of OTA and owners of Mara Explorers camp in Maasai Mara, were in Nairobi and were cajoled into joining the trip north. Then they invited Scott and Helene, a British couple driving their Land Rover across the continent while they found out how to pay their retirement. And so our small band of intrepid travellers started the two-day journey to the far north-western corner of Kenya.
We encountered a couple of sceptics have been dubious about the capability of the OTA van to access Loiyangalani and to cross the desert to Marsabit. But Francis handled that Toyota like a true professional despite the rain, mud, steep ascents and descents, loose stones and every other obstacle imaginable. In Maralal we had to get our police escorts to accompany us further north. There have been a couple of instances when Bev found the necessity to gently push the young soldier's gun far from pointing directly at her - he was very relaxed about carrying this kind of weapon, but we perhaps would have been more comfortable had he been a bit more attentive.
The very first morning of the Turkana Festival was fantastic. Fourteen ethnic groups from northern Kenya gathered in Loiyangalani, each setting up a normal house, donning traditional costumes, dancing traditional dances and singing traditional songs. The atmosphere was fun as each tribe tried to out-sing and out-dance each other. Unfortunately, this was the first year the Marsabit County Council was running the festival and it would appear that they did not take much advice or assistance from the organisations who'd been involved previously. The program was ignored and we found ourselves doing the scheduled 8am hike up a mountain to see rock art in heat of the midday sun. Adelaide private escorts
The 2nd day was even less organised as most of us waited for Deputy President Ruto to arrive before any activities could start. His scheduled arrival at 11am didn't occur until 3pm and the scheduled activities turned out to become a political rally. This is perfect for the locals who do infrequently see their MPs, but also for foreign tourists it was not probably the most exciting "cultural event ".
From Lake Turkana, we headed east to Marsabit where we had a small accommodation disaster but a good food find. While Bev, Francis and Tracey headed into town for dinner, Scott cooked at camp for the remaining group, including our police escorts. Pasta with vegetables - not exactly what soldiers in northern Kenya are accustomed to and these were only a little nervous about this mzungu food.
Continuing south, the following stop was Archers Post where Bev spent sometime at the Umoja School. It's a whole new school with only 14 students, and so Bev spent the morning teaching science to the entire school. They made rockets and learnt about air pressure. In the afternoon Francis took Bev into Samburu National Reserve the place where a lion walked not five metres after dark vehicle!
We said good bye to Scott, Helene, Moses and Laura in Nairobi before travelling west to Busia. There we stayed with Chrisphine and spent fifty per cent of a trip to the Blue Bells School, again dragging all the students outside for a research lesson. A lot of education throughout Africa is taught straight from the text book, sitting in class and answering questions. So to get off the desks and try things out for themselves was a small novelty. Bev has plans to go back to East Africa as time goes on and we hope that she will have the ability to spend more time with the teachers to show them various ways of teaching rather than just rote. Click here