It’s easy to discount the familiar; thats why those who live near Mount Kenya have never climbed it and why not everyone at the coast goes to the beach on a daily. I say this because just as I have never written an article on how to camp neither have I written about Olorgesailie. This is strange because I visit here so often I guess it became too familiar to me hence the laxity in writing about it. However I thought I’d share my special spot and made a call out for any Instagramers who wanted to head out for a night and get their astrophotography on and this lit the fire that finally led to this article getting done.
If you’ve been following this blog this past year it’s pretty obvious by now that Kenya’s tourism marketing may have sold us a few false truths. It has ingrained in our minds that travel is expensive and complicated, we’ve fallen for the marketing pitches that indicate the only options open to us are the wildebeest migration or the beach; that we cannot truly exhale unless we are lying by a pool with a colorful drink in hand.
Are the above options wrong? Of course not let’s not be ridiculous here. But are they the only options? No, not by a long shot.
“When you go back tell them we are here; we are waiting for them.”
Words often heard from people in places in Kenya that have so much to offer the Kenyan tourism circuit but do not get the visitors, domestic or otherwise that they so richly deserve. For some reason during my visit to Nandi County, this time they hit very close to home. Nandi is not only about tea, there’s much more to see.
Listlessness. Languorous. Lethargic. Lackadaisical. Laaazy. Time has not stood still but has slowed considerably, stretched out like a rubber band. Seconds become minutes; minutes become hours. Do these days have no end? I am switched off. I am one with Sera.