Let’s just say I’m really glad I’m short and leave it at that, because I can’t imagine being tall and taking such a long flight in such a small seat. But as with all amazing journeys – and trust me, this trip was the very definition of amazing – all the rigors of travel were forgotten when we landed at last at Kilimanjaro International Airport in Arusha, Tanzania. Just the words sound magical, and that’s another very accurate way to describe our trip, as you’ll see.
I’m a telecommuter, so I was just sitting here at home, eating my lunch and working on a manuscript, when the phone rang. My memories of the call are kind of fuzzy, because I was so stunned that my brain pretty much switched off for a while there.
Hello, fellow AWF members and wildlife enthusiasts. I want to start by thanking you for reading along with me as I blog about the amazing trip I’ll be taking thanks to AWF’s generosity and the kind of luck that strikes once in a lifetime (if it strikes at all).
So we have now left the direct training part of the program and are now in what I think of as the go-around-asking-people-for-interesting-things-to-do phase.
After this brief return to Nairobi, George, Theo, and I were then sent out to the Samburu Heartland (also in Kenya but located north of Nairobi). This held a special interest for me as I visited this area on a short safari six years ago and fell in love with it. In fact, when I returned to England after that first visit was when I started learning basic Swahili (which turned out to be a fairly good move, all things considered).