Tsavo West and return to Nairobi (or how to go from Heaven to Hell)
Опубликовано: 15.12.2022
After a last lap in the park, return to noisy, congested, polluted and https://www.brunosafaris.com/index.php/3-days-mombasa-safari-to-tsavo-east-and-tsavo-west ugly Nairobi.
A dream vision awaits us when we wake up: the park comes to life, still misty, the mountains shrouded in clouds. We wish we never had to leave.
We have to, however, and we take the road at 6:30 am for a last safari in Tsavo West. In particular, we come across a herd of buffaloes, several of whi are beginning to arge us, then an old solitary elephant.
We also furtively cross paths with small kudus, whi I more or less manage to photograph. Last animal of this unforgettable safari.
At 8 am, we pass the exit of the park. That's it, the dream is over. No more open spaces and nature, we return to civilization.
The journey to Nairobi is particularly painful. Not especially the first part of the trip, whi sees us moving slowly on a paved road. But once you get to the gates of the city, hell begins. Nairobi is, indeed, congested – what am I saying, absolutely immobilized – at all hours of the day. It took us more than two hours to cover the last ten kilometers, in an atmosphere made unbreathable by the exhaust fumes.
So I have time to read the local press.
From our hotel, we decide to walk downtown, to the great surprise of the manager who recommends that we take a taxi (to spend another hour in traffic? No thank you!) and makes us at least promise to return by taxi and above all not to go out at night. It feels like Mogadishu.
Six kilometers further (50 minutes with a determined step and a closed face, style"I know where I'm going, don't come and piss me off") here we are in the center of Nairobi, very small.
The monument in honor of Jomo Kenyatta, the country's first president. The resemblance to the country's name is entirely coincidental, with Kenya's name coming from its highest peak, Mount Kenya.
We are going to throw ourselves into the mouth of the wolf at the municipal market, where souvenir sellers are happy to see two traps fall into their hands. After negotiating fiercely and being copiously ripped off to buy a sime magnet for my fridge (whi I reduced from 25 to 7 euros when it is objectively worth 3 or 4), I sharpen my fangs and do spend a superb necklace from 180 to 30 euros (!!!). I don't take it: it will tea the seller not to get me out of exorbitant prices. I'm a tourist but not cometely dumb.