17th October 2010
In the evening we walk through a gate in the grounds of the Waterfront and enter another world. Even the night noises have changed from circades to frogs as we enter the garden of the elegant lodge.
We have come here to dine in style with our new fellow travellers and some of the original group. I soon find out that I am the only non-intrepid traveller and that a three week overlanding trip offers no more than a taster of the life of adventure.
One of the couples will stay on after Nairobi and travel all the way to Rwanda. The other couple doesn't know where they are going to end up after their trip to Africa and a ski season in France. And then there is me who loves some routine and a large amount of certainty.
I guess this trip will show whether non-intrepid travellers like myself can successfully adjust to wilderness or need to stay forever in safe domesticity...
I am starting to be in pain – my monthly thorn in the flesh – and am therefore wondering whether I will have to miss the activities of the first few days. I remind myself that worying about what may or may not happen tomorrow is a recipe for stress. So I shall take one day at a time. (Someone remind me of this please when I forget!)