July 15th, 2018
For most parents, the prospect of un-leashing their little ones onto the African Continent fills them with horror and apprehension. Africa is far too dangerous and one couldn’t possibly allow children to be exposed to the risks of Malaria, snake bite, scorpion sting, man-eating lions and worst of all civil car! The dark continent indeed!
When I am overseas and I speak to people about visiting Kenya and get this sort of reaction, I am perfectly understanding. Why on earth anyone would pay for that? But where in Africa does this all happen? Then I am reminded how appalling our global press coverage has been and how it must look to the outside world. The Africa that people view through their television screens and android devices is on a different planet from the Africa that I know, and the Africa that my children love, adore and call home. Having said this, the Africa that I am talking about is Kenya, the country where I was born and the country where I hope to spend the rest of my life. There are indeed parts of Africa which are unsafe to visit, or so we are told.
A journalist stayed at The Emakoko recently, and I asked him to explain why the press is always so quick to report anything that happens in Kenya. He replied that it is because so many people in the Press business live in this country. Why do they live here, I asked? Well, because there is easy access to the rest of Africa and, most of all it is a fantastic place to live. The people, the safaris, the beaches, the climate, the education and the of course the vibe - it is a wonderful place to be based and a post that is a plum choice for journalists from all over the world who are covering Africa. So there you have it!
We are in a wonderful position here at The Emakoko. We have access to an amazing city and can retire at the end of the day to the call of the wild. Don’t be fooled, Nairobi National Park is not a zoo by any means - it is an incredible area stuffed to the brim with flora and fauna, some of which you will not see on the rest of your safari. What also makes it wonderful, is that we are the first and last point of entry and exit to and from Kenya.
We welcome guests, who less than an hour ago were clearing customs, having left their homes on the other side of the world, and who have already seen three of the “Big Five” within minutes of leaving the airport. For kids who devote the best part of their free time to their iPads, this can be a shocking experience, and by the time they have crossed the bridge and come into the lodge I have their full attention. GoiGoi the bush baby will be draped nonchalantly over the balustrade eating his banana and Kamakazi the Genet Cat is busy leaping about catching insects – they have walked into another world, a very far cry from the howling sirens and mass of humanity that they left behind only 16 hours before. Welcome to Africa!
When these families come to the end of their trip, I cannot resist asking what was the most memorable part of their safari - placing a bet with Anthony that I know exactly what they will say. The most memorable part of the trip was - the people. Yes, the people. In this day and age to see people live under the most basic conditions, trekking miles for water, without electricity or the creature-comforts most first-world inhabitants consider essential, and yet with a terrific sense of community, peace and harmony is something that most visitors cannot ignore. Not only this, but the unbelievably friendly nature of the people of Kenya is something that is so heart-warming, all the more so as it is completely unexpected.
I think the last time I went ‘out of my comfort zone with children’ (which I do appreciate is how a number of families on safari really feel) was about two years ago when we went on a safari into Kenya’s version of a 19th century ‘wild west’. Turkana, a place that I had only heard about, not only being a vast moonscape of stunning beauty, but being in such a remote area of this huge country, it was apparently somewhat lawless. Of course this would be a perfect place for a family holiday! We set off with another family, four adults and four children under 9 years old - into an untamed wilderness that none of us had ever visited before. It was exciting, and in retrospect, I wish we had stayed longer and that I had visited this place more when I was younger.
We stayed in a magical little tented camp called Koros. The staff, most of whom were the local Turkana tribe were amazing. Not only were they great at looking after us, but they literally took our children away for the best part of our time in the area and returned them to us when we left. The kids had a ball, tracking wildlife prints, learning how to make fires, milk goats, how to sleep outside and stop ants getting into your ears. Yes, every skill you could possibly need to survive in the wild against illness and predators, our children were taught. Should they ever be forced to go back in time and live as cave dwellers, I would be confident that each child would survive without any issues.
The person in control of our children, was a young Turkana man who was in charge of security of his family homestead. It is common in these areas for livestock to get “rustled” and therefore being head of security was a busy job. We were a little apprehensive when we first met him, he approached our vehicle literally dressed in a rather small cloth-like dress with a large Rifle on his back, ‘thousand miler shoes on his feet’ and a smile that could light up a dark room. The kids loved him instantly and he provided an experience that they will never forget.
Another reason for this trip I might mention, was my husbands new-found fascination with Scorpions (yes snakes and scorpions, what more could you want in a man?) and desire to see what species we could find in the area. With the days being so hot and lethargy taking over, the children were dispatched with their gun-wielding ‘Nanny’ into the bush to locate as many scorpions as possible. In order to find a scorpion by the way, you look for a hole and then dig....I realise that at this point it is obvious that I was never up for mother of the year award!
Anthony was delighted with what the kids found over the course of 3 days, and even more delighted when two specimens were confirmed as entirely new species, yes Gint Childsi, named after Anthony Childs himself. How happy I was to know that this is now another highly toxic creepy crawly to add to the many dangers of an African visit. I am even more delighted that neither of the new species will be named after me, I am not sure if one can take that as a compliment being named after an unattractive creature with a bad attitude and a painful sting in its tail!
So that was the last time, and hopefully will not be THE last time, I was out of my comfort zone with my children. I do tend to take for granted what a life these kids have, but going up to Turkana was a reminder that kids just want to be kids and are open to anything. Sometimes the most basic experience to us, ends up having an enormous impact on them. Disney world, Ski holidays, Versailles and Water World are not a patch on spending an afternoon in a Kenyan wilderness with one of our remarkable tribes.
So for anyone who is considering a safari to Kenya, there is nothing to consider - JUMP - take a walk on the wild side. You will not regret it and your children will be (for once!) forever grateful.
May 1st, 2018
March & April have been extremely sad months all round. Not only have we said goodbye to an incredible herpetologist, Sanda Ashe but also we say ‘Kwaheri’ to our matriarch, Dame Daphne Sheldrick. Both these ladies had an enormous impact on the preservation of a species, through education, conservation and rehabilitation. Each of these formidable ladies was a pioneer in their chosen field, and were never afraid of being the only voices to be raised in support of their beliefs, despite often being ridiculed, ignored and shouted down. They spoke ugly truths that nobody wanted to hear, forced people listen, and in their lifetimes have trained and inspired the dedicated teams who continue to carry forward their great work. This world is a lesser place without them.
I recall the story of Sanda, shocking the locals with her skills, when a hotel in the Watamu area had called the Bio-Ken snake farm for a reptile which had appeared in the roof. James Ashe, also no longer with us, was out of contact, and so it was up to Sanda to go and deal with what had been described as a large house snake which is a relatively harmless species. On arrival, and with the crowds now gathering Sanda clambered up into the roof of this hotel. On closer inspection, the reptile in question was not a House Snake but the much more deadly Black Mamba, and a large one at that! Sanda quickly realised that this was not only a dangerous situation (she had never caught a Black Mamba before) but also a rather embarrassing one. Unsuitably clad for such an exercise, she was wearing a dress and the crowd below could definitely see much more than she would have wished to reveal. She was never quite sure whether the Ooh’s and Aagh’s from below were entirely attributable to her skill in catching this unpleasantly disagreeable snake, but she certainly earned the respect of the entire community for this exploit!
Dr. Daphne Sheldrick was one of the first people I worked for and I spent just over three years in total with the Trust. At the time we had no elephants but we did have two very young Rhinos. I do remember the steady stream of elephants which soon flowed into the Trust nursery, and by the time I left there were 15 orphaned baby elephants in the nursery and we had just translocated six down to the new ‘Ithumba stockades’. This was all covered by Michela Strachen with the TV show “Elephant Diaries” and was a rollercoaster year!
I had many laughs, and plenty of tears, whilst working for the Trust. One occasion that stood out and I can still remember very clearly today, was coming into work one morning and Daphne, in one of her flowery dresses, lobbing the verandah scatter cushions at Magnum (one of the wild Rhino orphans) who had taken it upon himself to clamber up part of the verandah and attack her amazing Geraniums. While Daphne was skilled in so many ways — her throwing arm needed a bit of work, and I remember Magnum with his eyes closed in bliss, slowly chewing through the pink Geraniums as these cushions whistled past his ears — totally undisturbed by this attack. He made no attempt to move, either the Geraniums were worth the barrage of abuse, or he knew (as did I) that it was unlikely that he was going to get hit!
Just to add to the sadness of the first quarter of this year, we have also lost an entire species. The news of the death of Sudan (Photo credit Andrew Campbell Safaris) was global and whilst many say we lose a species a day I do think that the news of Sudan certainly rang alarm bells all over the world. It is clear that extinction is a natural phenomenon, but the rate at which it is now happening is beyond depressing.
We have experienced some amazing weather over the last few weeks and the park has transformed back into a luscious Garden of Eden. The Mbagathi continues to rise and fall as the rains over the past two weeks have been huge, and for those who have only been to the Emakoko when the river is a little trickle just a few feet wide, the transformation is sometimes quite terrifying. The power and ferocity of the tide that comes hurtling down the valley, sometimes more than 100 yards across, is shocking, and we have ourselves seen a Giraffe, foolishly attempting to cross, picked up and hurled down the flood like a wooden toy, and never to be seen again.
In the park itself, the wildlife looks amazing and I am so pleased that ALL of my pot plants have survived the drought and not been knocked over by our resident buffalo herd. Who have finally moved away from the pool and are now back in the park — terrorising motorists!
Koko the Leopard is very much a part of lodge life and I have found myself becoming a little blasé with her. She seems to be wary of everyone (my children included) except for me and makes no attempt to run away or hide if she sees me coming. The other morning I was on my way to town to deliver some eggs to Green Spoon and I caught her coming the other way. With the tall grass now drooping over, heavy with droplets of rain water, she was not interested in the least at getting wet and rather then take the high road and get off the path she simply stood there. I did not fancy my chances with her, and so backed away as she came towards me so she could keep on the path but get out of my way. She slowly walked towards me then took the steps to the Private House (yes this is new news!!). Amazing - but also slightly alarming!
We come to two years on of the burning of the 106 tonnes of Ivory in Nairobi National Park. Kenya continues to fight the Ivory trade and I gather that we have more heavy-weight senior people on board which is great news. On a more positive note, the Black Rhino population in Nairobi National park is doing very well indeed and their have been a few more births over the last few months which is excellent news!
And so, despite the loss of two great pioneers in the field of conservation, life goes on, the earth dries up, rains come and go, and the cycle of birth, life and death continues in the age-old pattern with the only variations caused either by unusual weather conditions or the continuing conflict between the habitat and the human race. We can only hope and pray that others will join the battle for the preservation, so that future generations as yet unborn will not be left with nothing but photographic records of the fabulous wildlife that our generation allowed to become extinct.
January 30th, 2018
If you are not in the hospitality business it is almost impossible to appreciate not only the ramifications of running a lodge, but the detail of what is involved in putting one together. In this country there are a handful of particularly awesome people who have built, and are running, lodges in extremely remote areas, away from families and “civilisation” and who manage to make it look completely effortless. The dedication and effort, and sheer man-hours which go into the construction of these little gems has to be experienced to be believed. Our story is no different and it is a long long story – but I will spare you the details!
Believe it or not, despite feeling that we are a “new” establishment, we opened our doors to our first clients six years ago this month, fulfilling a plan that was discussed with many friends years before our idea actually came to fruition. Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down into the stunning little oasis which is the present-day Emakoko, it was very clearly a risky and somewhat daunting project. We would never have guessed that we would be visited by international celebrities, and by Royalty but best of all, by people who come back to us over and over again
Yet here we are in January 2018 and we have not only survived (by the skin of our teeth!) some of the worst years that Kenyan tourism has ever endured but we are thriving and looking forward to the future. My husband’s unfaltering optimism and determination to make it work has been inspirational. Our families have supported us magnificently through thick and thin but most importantly, our staff have stayed with us through difficult times when often it must have seemed as if there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
I used to read countless articles about starting your own business and I must admit none of my reading prepared me for the reality. What I can say though is this; the grass is NEVER greener, despite what you might think and it IS going to be a tough old slog. Nothing will prepare you for the highs or the lows and the hits will keep on coming, BUT when it finally comes together and you find yourself succeeding, enjoy every moment because not many people get to that stage. Admittedly we are not there yet, but there is definitely a brighter horizon!
About one month before our opening we realised that not only were we running out of money, but we were also running out of time. We were advised that there was only one option left and that was to bring in ‘Kariuki’. Apparently this was the only man who could turn the tide. I met Mr. Kariuki a day later, perched halfway up the hill sipping tea and bellowing insults at people who were marching back and forth over the site hammering, carrying, mixing, brushing & painting. He was a rather portly, old and disagreeable fellow and as I walked past him he barely acknowledged me. Instead he shouted at someone (I think it may have been me!) to “get out of the way and hurry up”! It turned out that Kariuki’s job was to keep everyone working and before long the site almost resembled a disturbed ant-hill.
Nevertheless, he got the job done and 24 hours before opening we were pretty much on top of things. The night before our official opening day, he finally said Hello to me and remarked in Swahili that this was going to be a special place because he had been sitting under the ‘Migumo tree’ and had prayed to ‘Muungu’ (God) for The Emakoko to succeed. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the lodge or Kikuyu custom, Reception, Offices and the lounges are under a Migumo tree and this tree is a very sacred spiritual tree where Kikuyus pray in the absolute certainty that God is listening and will answer their prayers. Apparently!
That day we closed the site at around midnight, running off small generators throughout as the power had not been connected. Our amazing carpenter, Grant, Anthony and I sat exhausted in the darkness, drinking the remainder of what had been a 5-litre bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label neat, chain-smoking cigarettes and going through the programme for the opening day. Our first guests were coming off an Emirates flight and would be in the lodge at 5 in the evening and there was still a mountain of work to complete. I didn’t sleep a wink that night, but lay in my daughter’s cot (she was just nine months old) and listened to lions roaring in the valley. I wondered if our lodge would be a huge success or an epic failure
The following day work started at first light and by 9am we had made huge headway. Laying grass around the pool area, nailing down the last planks in the dining room, painting the walls and connecting all the lighting. It was an epic push from everyone, Patrick and Laurence (our barmen) were busily painting doors and walls, Yvonne and the girls were getting the rooms ready and our head chef Steve with his team were busy making bread. It was an incredible moment to see everyone pulling together like that, hungry to get The Emakoko all fired up before the late afternoon.
Just to add to everything a small army of our friends arrived with sandwiches for lunch and hands to help put everything together. Washing floors, painting walls, placing furniture running up and down the hill to get things from the laundry area and generally converting a mammoth building site into a full blown lodge. These people were amazing and without them I think the lodge would have remained a building site!!!
By 5pm, as the vehicle, filled with guests, crept down the precarious hill to the lodge we were ready. The builders and Mr. Kariuki retreated into the staff camp and our friendly helpers vanished off into the sunset. I recall Patrick, armed with a paint brush having put the finishing touches to a toilet door, sprinting into the back and then re-emerging, “Superman”-style, in his new uniform. Having worked together at that point for over six years at the time, he knew exactly what was expected of him, and without hesitation he was off to the bar to get scented flannels and welcome drinks, plastering an enormous smile on his face he walked to the end of the bridge to welcome our guests, as though we had been here for years.
And just like that, on the 30th January 2012, The Emakoko was born!
January 8th, 2018
I would bet that if you asked any African Safari Guide what their favourite animal was, it would be a Leopard. Whilst they are not particularly rare creatures they are the most elusive of the big cats, and arguably one of the most beautiful animals you will see in Africa. Anthony certainly makes spotting a leopard almost essential to any safari, and in the days when we both did guiding work I recall spending whole days doing nothing but tracking leopard. We can truthfully say that we have never had a safari without finding one of these wonderfully spotted cats; I put this down to luck, whereas Anthony believes it to be pure skill: I will leave you to decide — perhaps a combination of both?
In the early days, when we received the green light to embark on “Project Emakoko” Anthony was given the task of finding the perfect location for the Lodge. There were several elements which had to be considered. The site had to be away from the flight paths of both airports; it had to be central to both airports for the convenience of clients; it had to be as far as possible from the urban sprawl; and most importantly of all, it needed to be on a river and in a beautiful wildlife area. Anthony spent numerous nights on the border of Nairobi National Park and approaching various landowners, all to no avail. He was beginning to despair when suddenly, by crawling down a cliff, he found the wonderful little Eden which has become the final location for The Emakoko. Above all, the little valley not only ticked all the logistical and practical boxes, it was the perfect environment for leopard you could possibly find. The plot was well concealed, had running water, wonderful trees with superb predator view points and good places to store prey, and best of all, there was a variety of suitable leopard food. The Chelsea or Manhattan of the leopard world, you could say!
It took years before the wildlife moved back onto our site and finally towards the end of last year our ‘visible’ leopard visits had become more frequent. So frequent that we ended up naming them, yes I know — how can you do that to such a majestic cat — but we needed to know who was who! Our senior female — “Ema"-killed one of our resident Impala in the car park and for a week she could be seen by anyone who was interested. Finally her beautiful young cub “Koko” made an appearance. “Koko” is not in the least afraid of vehicles and on one occasion walked up to Anthony’s car and spent a good few minutes examining the vehicle from all angles and peering up into the windows.
Mother and daughter for the last few months of 2017, felt at home enough to make use of the lodge facilities and not rush away when discovered. These two big cats could be seen frequently strolling around, frightening the Buffalo grazing in front of the Lodge into absolute fits and sending them crashing off into the river. A few weeks ago, we had an extraordinary and breathtaking incident. Once again “Ema” killed an Impala in the car park and she and “Koko” stayed in the car park for a week feeding off their kill. During the day they slept off their meals in a tree directly opposite the lodge creating wonderful photographic opportunities. Our guests could eat breakfast and lunch watching these beautiful animals, a very rare sight indeed.
Four days later Anthony and I were sitting in the bar having a nightcap before turning in when suddenly we saw a shadow crossing the bridge. Not sure what we had seen we sat frozen on our barstools, when suddenly “Koko," the cub, appeared outside the office of the lodge, easy to see but difficult to photograph in the dim light, and my video shows only the lamp in the lounge! She paused for a few seconds, gazed around in the way cats do, and then was gone back into the night, whilst we were left congratulating ourselves on a remarkable sighting.
From that moment on it was very clear that The Emakoko had been given the ‘seal of approval’ by these two and were seen daily on the lodge grounds. They soon became a big part of the ‘furniture’ of the lodge and we all became quite nonchalant about having them around.
However, they started to become a little too bold and when I was taking the children to school before the end of term, coming down the hill “Koko” popped her head out of a bush about 10 feet away, which is about 50 feet too close for comfort. She and her mother had made another kill and decided to bring it down the hill to a position far too close to the lodge for safety — in my view. I was too surprised to do anything other than move the kids down the hill to the car, but stopped at the office to pass on what felt like a perfectly normal instruction “The girls have killed something and it is hanging above the kitchen — please can you remove the corpse before our morning arrivals come in, thank you.”
That afternoon, once the leopards had departed the staff dragged the body away to a safe distance, well away from the Lodge. The following morning Anthony was horrified to meet Koko in precisely the same place where I had seen her the previous morning. She and her Mother had brought their kill back to the exact same place. This could have become serious, but I am happy to say that when the kill was again removed and put at a distance, both of them got the message and did not return.
Since that time, we continue to see these two frequently and the Baboon bark is always an indication that they are very close. It is wonderful and magical to have two such beautiful creatures feel so at home in our valley and whilst we do not want to discourage them, there is indeed a very fine line that we must not cross! That being said, it was wonderful to hear them calling very close to our house in the early hours of 2018, we very much look forward to following their lives over the next year.
December 23rd, 2017
We talk about sundowners as thought it is a global phenomenon, living in the bubble that we do the assumption that everywhere across the world someone somewhere is enjoying cocktails as the sun goes down is a common occurrence. I gather that this is not the case, and especially for those far north of the equator who barely see the sun for months at a time let alone get the chance to see it come up or go down.
Sunsets in Kenya happen relatively fast but what is so magical is the stunning change of lights which make the country a photographers paradise. For those of you who are not into photography and are more into the ‘tastes’ of Kenya - we specialize in a superb drink termed the ‘DAWA’ which translated from Swahili is called medicine. Invented by the ‘Carnivore group’ in Kenya we have taken the recipe and after weeks of intense testing we have come up with an interesting formula.
You will need -
Muddler (Our barman Patrick cuts up new broom handles for our Dawas)
Short Glass (when muddling you do not want any of the ice cubes of flavors to fall out so if you can get a glass with an inverted lip to it that would help)
ICE - lots of this.
2 Shots of Vodka
4 Mombassa Limes (seeds removed)
1 Dollop of honey
Sprinkling of Freshly grated Ginger
1 x Small Deseeded fresh Chili slice
So where-ever you are in the world this is guaranteed to bring you back.
November 6th, 2017
I absolutely love this time of year in Kenya. The rains clear all the dust out of the air, and the sunsets are incredibly beautiful, crystal clear and often in a cloudless sky. Frequently there are rainbows which shine amazingly bright against a golden light and the vibrant green background.
With the beauty of the landscape comes the inevitable hazard of treacherous roads, often affecting vehicles in the same way ice affects tarmac. By the time the long-awaited rain comes I have completely forgotten these unpleasant drawbacks and find myself sliding off roads into ditches and wash-aways either going or returning from the school run. My children find this hugely entertaining; I find it less so, as the view through the windscreen changes from road to bush as we slide sideways across the road and into a ditch. Last week was no exception and within seconds I found myself not stuck in deep mud but also wedged against the high side of the road with both doors and windows pressed into a wall of thick mud and bush.
Naturally I was dressed perfectly for the occasion in a short dress (khaki green of course) and white Converse (yes indeed – who wears white trainers when National Park mud is a rich red color). My son William, aged 9, is highly trained in what to do on this type of occasion and leaped from the car, only to land on a very slippery convex-shaped road, from which he promptly slid into the same muddy ditch where the car was buried. This meant that his efforts actually made things worse as I now had a child covered in thick red mud who would have to get back into the car once we had extricated ourselves.
As an intrepid Kenya-born woman I am usually very reluctant to ask for help, particularly from my husband, or any other man for that matter, so for the next 20 minutes I managed to stay on my feet and fought to get the car back on the road, sadly in vain. Realizing that I would need a tow rope I called Anthony for help, and half an hour later he arrived. His comments were unflattering and extremely insulting, but with 5 meters of slippery mud between our vehicles he knew he would be safe from retaliation, at least for the time being!
At this point I was beside myself with rage and frustration, and he decided that rather than approach us and hook the tow rope to my car, he would keep a safe distance and throw it to me. My attempt to catch it was successful, but unfortunately I lost my balance and fell into the mud with the car which contributed even more to the complete failure of my sense of humor. My children knew this was not the moment to laugh, and once he had pulled us out of the mud, Anthony remembered urgent business at the Lodge and departed at speed. We then proceeded with caution, and mostly sideways, back to the Emakoko, watched with lazy interest by Zebra and Impala staying safely out of the way and munching contentedly on the lovely lush green grass. We got back just before sunset, muddy car, muddy child and very muddy driver!
Despite the issues of being temporarily stuck in the mud, we all LOVE driving around in these conditions. Not only do the roads have the ‘black ice effect’ but also the rivers come up, and crossing them can be quite a challenge and it certainly makes our school runs a lot more interesting. Being stuck in the mud next to a pride of lions on a kill is also not too bad a thing. These wonderful big cats, however, do appear to hate the rains. With more grass available over a wider area the plains game spreads out and the lions have to move around more. Like all cats they dislike getting wet and when moving through the park tend to use the roads more than usual. It makes it an excellent time to visit - filled with adventure and getting "up close and personal" with the park feline residents.
Whilst our life here in Kenya continues in a peaceful and interesting way I am reminded what a huge debt of gratitude we owe to the many men and women who fought and died so that we may live our lives as we choose. For most of the year we take our freedom for granted, but at this special time we think of them, and are grateful for the sacrifices that were made and are continued to be made on our behalf.
“At the going down of the sun, and in the morning we will remember them” “To the Fallen” by Lawrence Binyon
October 24th, 2017
With our home in the heart of Nairobi National Park we have a number of friends and followers who are curious about where we go on our “holidays”, the assumption being that living in a national park is already a holiday in itself.
If we have the time, my passion for European history allied with a desire to make sure our children have a relationship with their genetic roots takes us to Europe. Paris is one of our absolute favorite places to go, as is London, but it is always interesting when you have two Kenyan savages in tow. They regard all humans as natural friends and allies, and are completely uninhibited with their opinions and questions, which are usually delivered at volume. But those are experiences to relate another day!
Most of our free time tends to drive us deep into the more remote parts of Kenya. Tsavo is a particular favorite, and we have a lot of family and friends based on the coast at Watamu, one of the most beautiful coastlines in the world. This month, we visited Manda Bay in Lamu. Despite all the horrendous ‘travel advisories’ urging us to stay away from this dangerous place, we gathered ourselves together in a large party of like-minded couples with children of all ages and braved Lamu, only to feel ashamed and disappointed that we had deprived ourselves of such a fabulous experience for so long.
One of the best parts of our time there is that we barely saw our children! Falling asleep with the ocean lapping at our front door, the incredible hospitality and great food, and the fact that the tribe of children were having a great time, fishing every day, sand dollar hunting, water skiing in wonderful warm, shallow water, star fishing – they were never bored. For the adults: a herd of buffalo next to the air strip, the sound of hyena in the night, sundowners against a spectacular sunset and some of the best fishing I have ever had was one of the many activities that we all got involved in. Being towed however on a tube behind the boat with our respective husbands on the wheel trying to throw us off is NOT something I wish to do again. The last time I was clutching a ski rope behind a boat was a good twenty years ago, tubing was even longer - and I do not recall it being a painful experience back then. Manda Bay is just a fantastic place to be and such a complete contrast to our busy life at the Emakoko - anyone pondering going there should just do it!
Back home again at the Emakoko we are delighted that the rains are finally here after months of drought which has pushed the wildlife in the park to the limit. Now, at last, there is a burgeoning of life both in the flora and fauna, and the only truly unhappy inhabitants are the big cats, who have been driven on to the roads by their dislike of walking through long, wet grass! I am happy – at least for this first time – to report getting stuck in the mud. I’m also very proud to report that I got myself out (my Rhino Charge skills coming to the fore) without any assistance and only a bent panel or two to show. Most people would avoid Kenya in November because of the rain, but for those of us who have lived through the agony of a drought and seen the desperation and decimation of the wild life, the revival and restoration of life under the incredible transformation brought by rain is a never-ending source of joy and relief. Everything is becoming green again and in my view, is a paradise for photographers. The evening sunsets are stunning, and the miracle of the dry, brown plains bursting with grass and a million wild flowers is a wonder worth any photographer’s time - photo credit to Gurchuran Roopra.
Finally, we end the week with the second round of our Presidential elections. For those of our readers who are not aware, the August elections were nullified by the Supreme Courts here in a breathtaking precedent throughout the African continent, where the ruling party’s victory was overturned on the grounds of election irregularities. Whilst those of us who are Kenyans and democratic were proud of our country beyond belief, the cost to the economy has been unimaginable.
Thursday there will be another vote, and we hope and pray the outcome will be positive and peaceful.
So pray for us if you believe this will help, or cross your fingers, or just wish us well, as we wish all Kenyans a safe and secure outcome. We look forward to the re-appearance of #githeriman.....
October 2nd, 2017
Here we are at the start of October and there are no raging torrents; although we did have a torrential downpour measuring 26mm, it has merely settled the dust and allowed the Mbagathi river to flow. Throughout the park there are tufts of new green grass one day which are then munched down to nothing the next, but I am happy to report that all the wildlife in the area appear to be doing amazingly well, and despite the drought there are expectant Mums and new births everywhere. Photo credit to Rihaz Sidi!!
Our quintuplet of Genet Cats – yes, now there are five of them - have become extreemly bold. One individual in particular has decided, after months of careful observation, the food on the tables and especially the butter is perfectly safe. ‘Kamakazi', our appropriately-named youngest, was in the habit of launching himself off the lounge area into the darkness like a small, spotted missile, at the first sniff of danger. He has come to realize that such exertion is unnecessary as humans around the dinner table appear to be no threat, and we are particularly grateful our guest Chris Swindal for taking this amazing picture of KK using Anthony as a personal bridge to the delights of the Emakoko cuisine!
With the ongoing drought we still have our resident herd of buffalos, led by The General. To my personal annoyance, at the end of a night of eating and drinking they seem to be on a mission to knock over my precious pot-plants by the pool. It has become a battle that I am afraid we are losing and despite sending a strong protest (bearing in mind that these are extremely dangerous animals when roused) the Buffalo have come to realise that a torch and clapping hands, with the odd stone hurled in their direction are minor irritations which can safely be ignored.
We have, however in the last few days had a VERY frequent night-time big cat visitor who is our little Leopard cub - now not so little any more. As he strolls past the pool the buffalo panic and rush in all directions, and the Leopard has proved a valuable ally for our team in moving them away from the pool. I am not sure however, if our cub can be relied upon to appear every night, but for now we really do appreciate his visits - as do our guests!
Our other piece of exciting news is the arrival of our new Chef’s uniforms with which I am delighted. Unfortunately our culinary experts are not impressed with this new look and feel like they are in their ‘pyjamas’. Thankfully we had a wonderful Professional Chef as a visiting guest who showed them images of what his team looked like. I think he may have won them over, and I am delighted that our kitchen is back to a happy group of smiling faces, instead of a mournful chain gang!
September 9th, 2017
A lot has gone on in Kenya and at The Emkaoko over the last few weeks. We have had the country’s General Elections, lions in camp, leopard in camp, rhino in camp, buffalo in camp and then election results officially nullified. It has been quite the rollercoaster and I am pleased to report that we are all alive and well and incredibly proud to be a part of this amazing country as it redefines itself in terms of democracy. Only four countries in the world, and none in Africa, have had election results overturned, quite justifiably, by it’s own Supreme court which was itself appointed by the party in power. Kenyan people turned out in their millions to vote, stood patiently and uncomplainingly for hours in the blazing sun, and in the end were betrayed by the officials who’s sworn duty was to report the results accurately. The election will be run again on 17th October and we would ask all the friends of Kenya to wish us well in this remarkable endeavor to give to the Kenyan people what they deserve – a democracy achieved through conducting a fair and honest election, with peace throughout the land whatever the result.
We are in (hopefully) the last few days of a drought which has gripped the country, affecting drastically both wildlife and livestock all over Kenya. It appears that the tide is beginning to turn and there is finally rain on the horizon. During the dry seasons, The Emakoko wildlife residents double, attracted by the rich grass around our lodge, and we have had not only a black Rhino in here every day, but now two more who like to hang out beside Room 1 and down by the river. Along with these endangered creatures are the ‘buffalo old gentlemen’ who like the men’s bar at the Muthaiga Club meet every evening for a drink. They are old and grumpy, their huge horns hanging low on their heads. One of these old boys, no less dangerous despite his age and now aptly named “B52", has decided that our home is the best place to be and we, along with the staff and our children, are on ‘red alert’ between 7am and 7pm when he is on the rampage, charging trees and eating what grass has been left by the horses. It has turned into an assault course, and after a night's work it really is a challenge to try and creep off to bed without being seen and chased by this extremely disagreeable old fellow.
Speaking of challenges, if you do survive the wrath of B52 we now have our Funicular Staircase in place - 123 steps in total, designed to run alongside the mechanical lift which we hope to install soon. The climbing record has now been set by Jackson, one of our waiters at 14.5 seconds. The best youngest time is by Harrison Scott, a guest aged 13, in 19.5 seconds. My mother, who is 73, can do it in just under three minutes and probably faster if she didn’t have a quadruple gin to help her on her way!
On the local community side of things, we have managed to get our Trampoline up again and have had the “mini-Masai” young over all day, every day, during the school holidays. I am pleased to say that William and Kagooo can now do a forward somersault without breaking anything. Even our local Chief, a most dignified gentlemen, could not resist having a go and was absolutely enchanted with the height he achieved. It was a magnificent spectacle, and I think it will not be long before Trampolines become a big part of Masai culture here in The Emakoko community.
Chris Galvin, a wonderful repeat guest of ours also paid us a visit last month to donate some binoculars to the Rhino Units in the park. The KWS (Kenya Wildlife Services) have done an amazing job with Nairobi National park and over the past three weeks have embarked on a Rhino ear-notching program for identification. It was quite spectacular watching the teams with the help of a helicopter dart, notch and record each Rhino with great professionalism.
So fingers crossed for some rain over the next few days and when I write again it will hopefully be (although I do not really mean this) about raging torrents!
August 22nd, 2017
A sneak peak into our lovely home on the edge of a bustling city. Anthony & I have now lived here for 6 years and the park never ceases to amaze me. The lodge has been absorbed into the gorge and life continues for all the local residents, the Hyrax in particular have moved in and are now a regular part of the welcome committee!