Nairobi, Nakuru, Naivasha

Nairobi
The shuttle bus from Moshi to Nairobi spent about 85% of the nine hour journey off-roading because the long "highway" was under construction. About 10% was spent stopped or broken down. Only 5% was on a paved road...but 99% of that 5% reminded me of a car racing video game where you weave in and out of traffic, hoping not to die. It was an interesting way to enter the city known as "Nairobbery."

We found a backpackers' hostel full of budget travelers from all over the world...most of whom spend their evenings around the fire, reading their Lonely Planet Africa books, drinking Tusker, and one-upping each other on travel stories. It makes for good people watching, especially while I sit by the fire, read my guidebook and drink a Tusker...

Grad Night 1993
(we still look the same, right????)

One of the greatest parts of this city is that my high school buddy lives here. Since graduation, she has worked her way around the world and is currently in Kenya doing nutrition education in slums and rural areas. She is amazing. And she hasn't changed at all. I swear she still looks 18 to me. We spent the day with Christine and her boyfriend, a 23 year old hip hop artist named Octo, as well as his one-and-half year old daughter, Tracy.

Octo, the oldest of four children, was orphaned at the age of 15 and left to raise himself in Kibera, the largest slum in Africa and one of the biggest in the world. It houses about one million people who don't have much access to basic human needs, like clean water. Octo, who also runs a youth center in Kibera, provided us with a tour of his old neighborhood. (Tours of Kibera are starting to become popular with Nairobi tourists, but not many guides can take you deep inside...most stay along the perimeter.) There aren't many roads in Kibera, just walking paths that take you past countless mud shacks, mounds of trash, catatonic dogs, piles of charcoal for sale, streams of sewage, goats, and gangs of unsupervised toddlers. I felt the way Lesley Stahl often looks while on assignment...completely out of place. I didn't want to come across as a wealthy, white voyeur touring one of the poorest neighborhoods in the world...but that's exactly what I was.  I have never before felt so privilliged.

After walking for at least an hour through the slum's maze, we finally arrived at our destination: Octo's rented shack, where his 12 year old brother currently lives (ALONE). His brother was still at school so we hung out in his room without him, completely in awe of his living quarters. The 8x8 room was dark with the only light coming from the doorway and a few openings in the tin roof. He has fearless rats as roommates and strangers as neighbors. There is a little charcoal stove in the corner, which he uses to cook all his breakfasts and dinners (he gets lunch at school). Newspaper pages from the fashion and entertainment sections decorate some of the wall space, but it's mostly just mud. Just outside his front door is a pile of trash and stream of raw sewage. The nearby outhouse, used by countless people, had recently fallen apart. When it rains heavily  this raw sewage finds its way inside his front door. I can't stop thinking about this 12 year old boy who I haven't even met! Christine and Octo are hoping he gets accepted into a boarding school at the beginning of the new year, along with his 15 year old sister (a whole other story!) who is also in need of a new living arrangement.

Octo's recent feature in a Nairobi newspaper

Starting our tour of Kibera with Octo...still in the peripheral "safe zone". 

The mud room on the right is where Octo's brother lives...and where Octo lived until recently. During the rainy season, that little stream of sewage rises through into his shack.

Tracy, Princess of well behaved children

 Nakuru

The two hour matatu ride from Nairobi to Nakura made my shuttle bus from Moshi seem luxurious. I was crammed into the 14th seat in the back corner of this soon-to-be-illegal mode of transportation and every little bump made my head hit the roof. N and I headed into Lake Nakuru National Park, just on the outskirts of this crowded town, for the next 24 hours. The afternoon safari was amazing, despite having a teenager who couldn't drive a manual car as a guide. We had close up encounters with endangered rhino, giraffes, cape buffalo, antelope of all kinds, thousands of flamingos, white pelicans, cranes, and even a leopard! We didn't see any tree climbing lions, but heard a pair mating during the night just ouside our camp's fence. Our morning safari was equally relaxing and beautiful, and by the afternoon we were loving Nakuru. After lunch we decided to find a place to stay the night so we could explore the town a bit more, but we wanted to leave the area after learning that all Nakuru hotels (even those recommended by the guidebook) are havens for prostitutes and their patrons. During that walk through town, I realized Nakuru has a sinister energy to it that completely contrasts with the feeling at the neighboring lake. Nakuru kind of reminded me of an old frontier town from the 1800's...lots of desperate people crammed together and trying to make money in any way possible, whether it be from stealing, swindling, prostituting, begging, or selling random cuts of meat. After a frustrating encounter with a con-artist at the bus station, we were happily on our way to Naivasha.

lots of white and black rhinos in this park

the male (left) went to start some trouble with the three ladies

I'm now a birder! (this is a weaver)

baboon eating a mango along the lookout point

beautiful water buck

one of the only places where
Rothschild giraffes still roam free

the lake is known for its flocks of flamingos

view from lookout point (Baboon Cliffs)

Naivasha
The matatu dropped us off down the hill from Top Camp and we hiked up, hoping we'd like what we'd find. The view was amazing and our little cabin was surrounded by huge flowering cacti, birds, roaming cattle, chickens, and insects galore. This could be entymologist's lab, especially in the outhouse at night. N & I found a local restaurant with yummy comfort food for about $1 per meal, a resort camp across the road with $3 coffee (what a contrast!), and many small butcheries (usually connected to a bar or a hotel). Our bike ride in Hell's Gate was hellish....I'm still recovering. I actually found myself missing the city of Nairobi...so we headed back for another night at our hippie hostel, kissed some giraffes, and went out for the best Ethiopian food of my life.

Hell's Gate National Park (while I was still enjoying the ride)

AMAZING Ethiopian food in Nairobi

 

Stella, people person extraordinaire and night receptionist at Milimani Backpacker's Hostel.