Following the exploration of the museum, I stopped in on the Ali Ben-Youssef Medrasa; a centre for Islamic learning, and like all locations for studying theology it seems, it is beautifully crafted.
The rules for seeing Gorillas are very strict. There were four families in the area we were going to, each family could be seen by one group of a maximum of eight people per day. For one hour. Four of the original five people on the tour were in the same Gorilla family, and the fifth person was able to change with a very nice newbie so the original group could stay together.
Another 6am departure to start the day, we collected up the other sixteen people who were joining our group and had a sausage based breakfast before I curled up on the truck, using my beanbag tripod for a pillow for an extra couple of hours sleep to get over the Safari induced hangover from the night before….
We set off at 6am, having gotten up at 5, glad that the beer intake had been limited. As the clothes hadn’t dried fully the evening before, some of us strung up our clothes inside the van using a long spool of string and they were still drying in the morning, leaving the van to look something like a launderette.
It was an early start, but managed to fit in a big breakfast as I was unsure what the food would be like on the trek. Entertainingly, it was clear that the rest of the people in the restaurant were also on the tour, but we didn’t know each other at this point and so didn’t talk.
Having had my fill of relaxing on holiday, something I am temperamentally unsuited for, I decided to walk to the Nairobi National Museum. Whilst not far, it did involve crossing a ditch over a small plank of wood and walking the wrong way down a motorway. Fun! There was a nice moment where you can see the stream that separates the hotel from the rear entrance to the museum.
For about three years, I spent my summer and winter breaks from university with my father in Lagos, Nigeria. We lived in the port city of Apapa, rather than Victoria Island where most other ex-pats made their home. Unlike the swanky VI, Apapa is busy, dirty and loud and getting from place to place often takes much much longer than you planned due to the level of traffic and gridlock.