Three hours after leaving Zimanga Private Game Reserve, our driver drops us off at King Shaka airport in Durban, South Africa. We make our way to the waiting area for our flight to Johannesburg.
Laura and Holly will leave us in JoBurg, going their separate ways to home. Marg and I continue this trip to Kenya, where two tents camps wait for us.
|We will fly from Durban, on the southeast coast of South Africa, north to Johannesburg (the second red marker. Marg and I continue on to Nairobi, Kenya, the big green marker.|
Mango is certainly one of the most colorful airlines I've been on.
We say our goodbyes to our comp[anions in JoBurg and Marg and I board our flight to Nairobi, Kenya. Somehow, Marg has arranged a ticket upgrade for me and we are in business class.
I doon't know if Marg is tickled at my exploration of all the bennies of business class, or embarrassed. She ......endures.
Feet up on a rest!
Mabula and mac nut snacks.
A nice roast beef dinner.
And we spend the overnight at Marg's favorite Nairobi hotel, the Serena.
There's a mix up with our reservations, so the hotel upgrades us to a suite!
Marg (who never holds still) offers me the bedroom. I suggest she take it this time, and I'll have the choice next time. She's cool with that, and I am comfortable on the rollaway the staff brings in. We each have our own bathroom.
|Making up the rollaway for me.|
A nice little desk area in the corner.
Next morning, a wonderful buffet breakfast.
My breakfast. A half slice of French toast, a small banana, some melon, and a couple pieces of bacon.
Then, we are off to Wilson airport, where the small plane operators are located.
A fifty passenger plane.
An open cockpit.
Our destination is the Mara North Conservancy, located at the bottom right of the inset map. It's labeled in red.
Welcome to the Mara North Conservancy.
Much to the consternation of a male impala.
About a half hour later, a fish eagle welcomes us to camp.
A bridge to the camp.
The camp is nestled in a grove of wild olive and croton trees. The eight tents are spread out for privacy. The camp can accommodate 22 guests.
While the camp assistants take Marg and our bags to our tent, I linger back for a photo.
Our tent is named Kiboko. It means hippopotamus. Hmm....
And here it is.
Not too impressive from the outside, but when I walk in, I fall in love immediately. This is a really nice tent.
My turn for the big bed.
A hippo pillow and a flower.
Marg selectes the twin bed in one corner.
The john. On the opposite side of the bathroom, canvas portions off a shower stall.
Marg tried to plaster that sign on my back. Then she slapped on in her butt. It's a 'Fragile--handle with care" shipping label.
We join the other guests for a really nice lunch.
The lounge tent.
We join the others for lunch and have a couple hours before the afternoon game drive to get our grea organized. We will be here for four nights and already I don't want to leave. Ever.
I'm including these signs that explain the Mara North Conservancy, but you will need a large monitor to read them. They signs are covered in plastic that have weathered.
Basically, one explains that the North Conservancy is a group of several large landowners who have partnered and agreed with the local Maasai herdsmen that the men can graze their herds in the area.
There are specific agreements for the compensation if a hersman loses an animal to predators. Likewise, there are also agreements for handling the death of animals by herdsmen.