To Experience God’s Splendider…My Visit to Nakuru

 

Originally written on March 13 – All weekend I was told that it had been seven years since I had made a trip to the small city of Nakuru, then today before I left I was told that it had actually been nine years. Wow! I can’t believe that I passed through, but had not made an actually visit to this small city known for it’s lake and flamingos. I guess that was why I was so determined to make a visit to see my friends Pastor Joel and his wife, First Lady Ruth, and the Beautiful Courts Christian Church.

One of the things I love about Kenya is it’s natural beauty in just about every city or village one visits. I guess part of that is due to the fact that Kenya is a part of the Rift Valley (the Rift Valley goes from Egypt, or Israel according to some, all the way down to Mozambique) . So you are constantly seeing hills, mountains and valleys as you drive through much of the country. Of course there are also the savannas and the gorgeous coast. But the Rift Valley is a must see…the delight of seeing the valley floor as one looks down from the high grounds of the Rift. No matter how many times I see it I fall in love with it over again each time snapping pictures like it is the first time I’ve looked upon such beauty…I fall in love over and over.

This past weekend I had to the opportunity to fall in love with new parts of the Rift Valley, natural wonders of God’s hand. On Friday morning before I was to speak at the lunchtime service in Nakuru my host took me to see the Menegai Crater, that is reported to be over 800 years old, with the last eruption being 300 years ago. Though the crater is an active volcano it is safe to visit the upper ridges or to even hike down into it and enjoy it up close and in person. Of course due to time we viewed the crater from the ridge.

One of the things I learned about the crater or the power of an active but dormant volcano it has the ability to be a source of clean energy. The Kenyan government realized this ability  a few years back and have started to drill down into the crater to pull energy that will be available to source the whole of the nation in about three months time. This will be great for a country that gets most of its energy from water sources. During times of drought like now, the country often have times when the power is cut for most of the day so that electricity can be available in the evenings. Oh, how we in America take electricity for granted.

Viewing the crater, actually my first time seeing a crater in person, was an amazing moment. To see something so beautiful, that was once so destructive full of destructive force, was the opportunity of a life time. Photos will never show what delight the eyes enjoy when looking upon such natural beauty in person.

Another opportunity that I enjoyed during my time in Nakuru was a day trip to Nyahururu in central Kenya to see the Thompson’s Falls. The falls are very small in comparison to the famous Victoria Falls of Zimbabwe and Zambia. None the less, it was a beautiful sight to see. However, my host had no idea what it would take to go or to come back up. There was no usual path down that one might find in other countries. This was all about trusting your legs and arms to work for you. The journey down was tricky, but the way up was painful and exhausting for everyone…even the young people. But once down near the falls it was like being in the middle of a lush green hole full of trees and rock formation surrounding you on every side. We chose not to go to the pool or base of the falls due to the strong mist. To see such beauty close up, watching others take it all in was a personal pleasure. Unlike Americans or Europeans, Kenyans are often the last to enjoy their natural beauties that bring tourist to their country. So I was enjoy both the sites and nationals enjoying what their country has to offer. Most of the visitors seemed to Kenyan nationals, and I stood out like a sore thumb once I opened my mouth…and also because I was the only one sweating on the way back up.

One the drive back to Nakuru we made a stop near a curio shop that had a lookout spot. You could look down and see the valley of the Great Rift. It was so beautiful, with all of it’s green lush producing fields. Kenyans are often amazed when I tell them that we study about the Great Rift Valley in American schools. They have no idea that the West considers that to be a part of the history of human civilization. Throughout Kenya there are so many wonderful spots to take in the beauty of the Great Rift Valley floor…always worth taking a moment to just gaze upon the beauty of God’s handy work.

 

 

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The Road Much Traveled

“Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” – Ibn Battuta

My trips to Kenya have always turned me into a story teller, because everywhere you turn there is moment waiting to be told to someone. My early travels to the country often left me speechless, because I was never prepared for the unusual, at least to this American city girl, events or sightings.

Some of the most unusual things one can see here are the things that you witness as you travel along the roads, be they the rocky dirt paths, paved streets, or highways. It seems I had forgotten about the unusual travelers along the the road. Being that I haven’t been in Kenya since 2012, there were a few things I forgot, though I don’t know how. Maybe I didn’t forget, I just put them in the back of my mind until I witnessed them the other day.

For instance, as we traveled up a dirt path (and it is really consider a road to somewhere) to the Bishop’s wife’s restaurant we had to pause and give the right away to the herd of goats that were coming from market. The last thing you want to do is hit someones’ heard. It could spell death, or at the least a major fine or fight. So the driver yielded to the goats until the road was clear again. .

This is always funner when traveling down the highway and you have to slam on breaks for a cow or a herd crossing. Yes, a herdsman will cross his cattle across a busy intercity highway. And yes, you will yield all right to the herd and the herdsman.

And even stranger event happened once as I was taking a taxi from a city to the village. Seldom is a taxi used by one passenger here, but rather a group of people. The group can be in size of 4 to 10 or 12 people. Don’t ask how a car can hold 12 people. Just now it can in this part of the world. So once while traveling, the driver stopped to pick up passengers. As I looked in the mirror I noticed  a rather odd looking passenger looking at me from the boot of the car. I turned around to see if I was really seeing what I thought I had seen…yes, a goat was looking at me and talking! I quickly pulled out my video camera and started videoing I knew no one would believe me otherwise.

During my nearly week of stay here in Kenya I have encountered many herd crossings and yielding the right away to the goats and cows. No matter how in a hurry we were, we gave way to the other travelers along the way. I’m curious to know how much road have some of those herds traveled in a weeks timing. Travel to market, travel to varies grazing land, or  just traveling…those are some serious travelers.

 

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Goats leaving market in Kiserian

 

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A narrow road shared with the herd and oncoming driver.

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Goats crossing the highway

Back Here After Four Years

What a difference time can make. It has been a little over four years since I’ve last set foot in the East African country of Kenya. On Tuesday, February 28 I arrived on familiar soil to a place that has undergone several changes and upgrades.

First noticeable change, though I knew about it, was the airport. The Jomo Kenyatta airport had a major explosion and fire nearly four years ago. That required the international section to undergo a major much needed renovation. Prior to the upgrade the airport seemed to be locked in the 60’s or 70’s, very gloomy and old. So it was nice to see a newer looking airport, though going through immigration and customs was still very slow and confusing…not much had changed there. For the first time I’ll make use of the airports domestic terminal later in the month when I travel to and from the coast. Being out of practice and getting a little older (that excuse seem to work for everyone else), I’m just not in the mood for the nine hour bus trip to the coast and nine hours back.

Of course there were a few other changes I noticed as I traveled to my hotel that night, and later the next day as I traveled to the home of my host. There are new business hotels that hopefully will remain economical for those traveling to this extremely expensive country for those traveling solo. For a nice safe and clean hotel one can expect to  pay a minimum of $160 a night for a single room. And that just starting out. Want a stay at the American hotels like Hilton or Holiday Inn, then look to pay around $230, and you that may not include breakfast or internet.

The major upgrade, thanks to the Chinese who also own some of the new business hotels, is the road improvements. The Chinese have been very busy upgrading Kenya’s roads and highways. Years ago the Germans had made major contribution to the upgrade of the main highway between Nairobi and Mombasa, which was desperately needed as the journey is already long and tedious.  Now the the Chinese have taken over all major road work. And whether the roads are quality will remain to be seen, but they are very nice for now.

Unfortunately, the driving is still as scary as ever. I’m trying to embrace the custom and sit back and enjoy each trip…but while I’m in the Nairobi area I’m staying put as much as possible and just enjoy the lovely home of my host.

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