Nairobi and Mombasa, Kenya, here we come!!

We left on Wednesday, August 11th and came back on Sunday, August 22nd.
We arrived at Jomo Kenyatta Airport in Nairobi and immediately were thrown into a world of many white faces and shops filled with more chocolate and “things “ than we had seen in over a year. And not just any chocolate, but LINDT chocolate!!! Amongst almost every other kind you can think of.  Yummmm!!
We went to our hotel, just chilled for a while, went downstairs for dinner, nothing hugely exciting. Oh, wait, we went to this huge supermarket that had everything;  we just walked around  trying to take it all in - clean, brightly lit and fully stocked shelves of anything you could wish for. It was as if we were transported into another world in the span of a few short hours. We bought lots of junk food and went back to our hotel room and pigged out on our scrumptious finds.
Mercy, a Kenyan, was a teacher at The King’s School till June. She got married to a Kenyan just before Christmas in their native Nairobi. She came back to Burundi to finish the school year, while her new husband, Wycliff stayed behind. In June she moved back to Nairobi, but not before she offered to show us around  Nairobi if and when we came. Well, Mercy is just a darling, and she (and hubby Wycliff on Saturday) was a great tour guide on Friday and Saturday.
Thursday - First we went to an elephant orphanage located in Nairobi National Park. Hung out with, petted, laughed at, got dirtied by about 15 elephants.
Next stop - Giraffe Center. This was THE best. There were buckets of food pellets that made it very easy to befriend these beautiful creatures. At first the sensation of their long, rough and slimy, black tongue wrapping around your hand was … umm… I don’t know, I guess just plain gross. But just the realization that you were actually feeding a giraffe made you forget about the grossness and give them handful after handful. One of the employees asked me if I’d like to be kissed by a giraffe,  and without thinking about it I said yes. The guide demonstrated by putting a pellet of food between his pursed lips, and lickity-split, (pun intended), the pellet had exchanged lips!! First I was up, followed by Colton who had to do it time and again because Isaac kept missing the camera shot. Hee-hee!! This one time when Colton had this necking experience (pun definitely intended), he kept arching his back more and more, but the giraffe’s neck just kept coming and coming, till finally it got the pellet, leaving a thick line of saliva hanging between Colton’s chin and his mouth. Loved it - me, not Colton!!
When it was Isaac’s turn I kept missing the shot as well, and no, it wasn’t intentional; this also necessitated numerous attempts, somewhat to Isaac’s chagrin. Thankfully they had a washing station nearby, complete with soap, that we made good use of.
Following this we went to Mamba Village, which is a large crocodile place. We’ve seen crocs. in Burundi lots, so this wasn’t a big deal. We came for the lunch that is served in a beautiful outdoor setting by a little lake.
Next it was off to Westgate Mall, a 5 story shopaholics paradise. It is located in a very posh area of Nairobi. Many of the shops are high European fashion brands, whose prices made our eyes spin. Here too, we just walked around trying to take it all in, thinking back to Burundi and the incredible contrast between it and where we were now. And you know what we bought?! Spices!! I’m not kidding!! Spices!! Finally in a real store and all we bought was spices.
At about 8:30 P.M. we went to Carnivore, which is this really huge place that serves meats that you might not ever even have heard of. For example, how ‘bout some zebra tonight? Perhaps a nice slab of medium-well done crocodile; not suit your  palate today? No problem - maybe hippo will hit the spot. Oh, you just want something mundane? Well they cater to that as well. Does steer heart (Isaac’s favorite) sound better?  Or ostrich meatballs? Colton’s fav. - pork sausage; my favorite -  boring ol’ chicken breast.
They just keep bringing different types of meat till you tell them no more. We must have had at least 10-12
varieties that night. I’m not that keen on meat as a rule, so the cat that was roaming between the tables was very well fed beside my chair.
Regretfully, we weren’t able to take any pictures at Carnivore because we had completely killed the camera battery at our other excursions that day, and we didn’t go to the hotel before dinner to recharge them.
That was Thursday, a super fun day.
Friday, Mercy came to our hotel after breakfast and we headed out to Nairobi National Park. We saw lions, albino zebra’s, cougar, leopard, cheetah, hippo, wildebeest, numerous antelope species, crocs., monkeys, ostrich, etc. etc. Our mode of transportation  was the ever popular matatu, which is what we would call a hippie van in the west; blaring reggae music, brightly decorated, windows rolled down, swerving in and out of the absolute craziest traffic you can imagine. Burundi traffic , as awful as it is seems almost like child’s play by comparison. At night these matatus turn into a kaleidoscope of colors in motion as the lights that the owners install illuminate the insides.
After lunch we toured around the city, and met up with 2 other Kenyan teachers, which was really cool. In a city of close to 5 million people and running into someone you know is pretty sweet. Oh, and when we were at the giraffe center we ran into another Kenyan teacher!!! Three in total, not counting our planned encounter with Mercy.
Irene, one of the teachers who lives up country in Kenya during the summer months had come to the city for a few days and was staying at this hotel that was a fraction of the price that we were paying for our hotel. Our hotel was very, very basic by Canadian standards, but it is the high season right now, so it wasn’t cheap. Anyways, Irene suggested seeing how much a room would be for the three of us at this cheap place. Isaac and I agreed that we would first check out a room, and take it from there. Well, before we could hardly blink, and without seeing a room, we were booked into this place for three nights. Imagine what $15 US per night gets you!!! In much lower standards than you and I are used to. Let it suffice to say it was an experience, and thankfully we spent very little time there except for the nights.
In Canada I would hardly think twice about buying Kenyan coffee. It was surprising to find that it’s almost impossible to find an establishment that has brewed coffee; almost everyone just serves a pretty poor instant coffee. So after a number of days Isaac and I wanted a real cup of coffee, and while staying at our wonderfully cheap hotel we decided that we’d check out the 5 star Hilton’s restaurant to see whether they served real coffee. Much to our delight they did, but it came at a crazy high price; we splurged on a very tiny cup of super strong java, but opted out of the $30 US breakfast per person.
The lack of availability of coffee in Kenya is because the growers get much more for their coffee beans when they export. In Burundi, very, very few locals drink coffee even though we have superb coffee grown up country. Reason being most people can’t afford to drink it.
In the afternoon Mercy and Wycliff took us to the August 7th Peace Memorial. This is the US Embassy site that was bombed by Al Quida on August  7th, 1998. Two hundred and eighteen people died. Pretty awful.
In the evening we went to Wycliff’s parents house - super fun people. His dad is the director of admin. in the Kenyan parliament and was very eager to give us a tour of parliament, whether in session or out, which ever we preferred. Across the street from Wycliff’s home is where Mercy grew up with her aunt and uncle because her mom died . So we went and had a nice time with Mercy’s family. Kenyan’s are so friendly and welcoming, and we left with warm invitations to come back, feeling loved and accepted. By Kenyan standards we were, after all, almost family now as well.
To be continued…..