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It’s already 5 months since I returned from my ‘Trip of Lifetime’. I have not been completely idle in the interim but I can confess that, almost from the moment I landed in Heathrow to a fairytale snowscape on Christmas Eve, I have been planning my next ‘Great Escape’.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my home, my fantastic supportive family and lovely friends (I only have lovely friends, otherwise what’s the point!),  and it’s not like I haven’t had plenty to occupy me since I got home, but after a few days back in the routine I get itchy feet.  I do realise that I cannot continue to spend money without earning it but I am not anxious to return to corporate life and so take some time to focus on new career alternatives and avail myself of the external support my previous employers have been kind enough to provide. I am a gypsy at heart.  Consequently, I have spent time visiting family and friends who live that bit further away and who I didn’t have time to visit when I was working. I have even ventured to North America for a month, to do a little sales & marketing consultancy for a longstanding university friend in the aviation business. That was a great experience and learning about a new industry was fun and exciting, if a little daunting, in the time scale. I returned home certain in the knowledge that it is a direction I would much prefer to pursue, rather than a regular 9 to 5. 

In April, I celebrated a BIG BIRTHDAY but age is only a number and round numbers are worth celebrating. So I did, for a whole weekend and beyond. 
 I have more visits scheduled, to Ireland and Spain and many more I have promised to visit but still not scheduled. Still, it’s not enough. I miss the buzz of the unknown. My itchy feet demand adventure, new experiences, and even a little hardship to encourage me to appreciate what I have waiting at home.

Africa is calling and I cannot ignore her any longer..

A Wee Stop In The Masai Mara

28/7/2011

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It’s still seems  a long way from daybreak when I have to get up. At least it’s stopped raining and its not long before Kanyo is up and we start preparing a breakfast of fresh pineapple and watermelon. We’re heading back  into the Mara for another game drive with the hope of seeing the migration crossing the river and will be waiting at the gate for opening time. We take the main road and, once again, are overwhelmed by the numbers of zebra and particularly wildebeest, all moving in herds, in single file. We add buffalo to the Big 5 tick list but so far, we haven’t spotted any giraffe or elephant within the Mara. I turn to Kanyo and ask if there any giraffe in the park. Just then, we spot an giraffe crossing the road ahead. It’s a mum with a baby which can’t be more than a couple of days old. Aaah. Well. That worked. I try again. ‘Kanyo, are there any elephant in the Mara’. Sure enough, almost immediately we spot an elephant in the distance. I go for gold. ‘What about leopards and cheetahs?’ Oh well. You can’t win them all. We continue towards the river, spotting more giraffe and elephants along the way. It’s surprising how difficult it is to spot an elephant.

The sun is out and it’s a gorgeous day. We are about half an hour from the river when Alice has to meet a certain need. Alice. Who has been keen to see a lion kill. Alice. Who would be very happy if one of our number would sacrifice themselves in the cause, and at least get mauled, or scratched.. Alice needs to go get off the truck. The truck which we are not allowed to get off inside the park, under any circumstances. Kanyo consults and it is agreed that we are in a relatively safe location but that going off road is definitely off limits.

Alice looks around, pleading. ‘Does anyone want to go with me?’ It’s tempting, but already we are a team. If one goes, we all go together.

Down by the river, there is no sign of the herds, but there a several hippos lounging in the water. Along the opposite bank are several logs, which most of us ignore till one twitches. Suddenly they are clearly identifiable as crocs. Waiting for dinner. A consultation with the rangers reveals that they are unlikely to get dinner there today, so we head off back towards the exit, still marvelling at the herds of wildebeest, zebra and other wildlife and adding vulture, mongoose (or is it mongeese?) and ostrich to our vast list of wildlife spotted.

Pretty soon, we are back on the rough road to Nairobi and out the other side towards Naivasha (Moving Water) and luxury. A proper campsite with toilets, showers and everything. As a bonus we will be there two whole nights with a late start on the second. It’s a long queue for the showers before dinner!

Tonight’s warning is not to stray down to the lakeside after 6pm. It is to be hoped that the electric fence will work long enough to prevent the hippos from straying up to us. Their call only keeps us awake for a millisecond.

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Joanne
2/8/2011 06:56:51 pm

Hi Vicki!

I just read your blog (Africa only, so far) and I'm loving it! Thanks for taking us with you on your trip. Sounds like it's a grand adventure, so far, and I'm really happy for you.

I'm here in Copenhagen for a few more days before I head north west to the Jutland peninsula of Denmark, where I used to live. The wedding in England went great. :-) You remain a highlight in my trip; thanks again!

Take care!

:-) Joanne

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Dating in Vancouver link
11/10/2013 01:20:38 pm

Thanks for a great read.

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    After 25 years of corporate travel in international sales and marketing, Vicki decided to chuck in her job and swapped 5 star hotels for budget hostels, tents and  a sleeping bag as she travelled the world. She's never had so much fun. 

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