We took the opportunity of the public holiday of Saba Saba ( 7th of July) to tour around the country behind where we are staying.
It is an area of rolling hills with swamp in the valley probably representing where Lake Victoria once extended.
We are in the dry season and it has not rained for a month. The roads are dusty and the grass dry and browning. There are many small grass fires, leaving a tails of smoke stretching across the sky. The ground is reasonably fertile lower down in the valleys but it is fairly barren on the hills.
We arrived at a river with ferry and Annie patiently waits for some activity
In the evening we frequently come across cattle coming home. We never cease to be amazed at their huge horns, which are apparently hollow, so are not as heavy as they look.
It is an area of rolling hills with swamp in the valley probably representing where Lake Victoria once extended.
We are in the dry season and it has not rained for a month. The roads are dusty and the grass dry and browning. There are many small grass fires, leaving a tails of smoke stretching across the sky. The ground is reasonably fertile lower down in the valleys but it is fairly barren on the hills.
Women and children carry huge loads on their heads move aside for the occasional car. We thought of giving them a lift but were not sure the suspension would have taken it.
We arrived at a river with ferry and Annie patiently waits for some activity
(The women and children carrying their bananas hurrying to catch the ferry)
We all piled on the ferry which was ably pulled by several cheerful ferrymen. We shared the passage with lots of bananas, having been carried there on bikes and on heads by the women and children.
On the other side we were pleased to be able to give a lift to a mother and her three small children and luggage. They were miles from their destination; people have to travel great distances here to visit relatives and friends.
We passed the ruins of what must have once been a pretty church with Roman arched windows, now inhabited by monkeys. The smart new, more functional church stood proudly across the road.
We all piled on the ferry which was ably pulled by several cheerful ferrymen. We shared the passage with lots of bananas, having been carried there on bikes and on heads by the women and children.
On the other side we were pleased to be able to give a lift to a mother and her three small children and luggage. They were miles from their destination; people have to travel great distances here to visit relatives and friends.
We passed the ruins of what must have once been a pretty church with Roman arched windows, now inhabited by monkeys. The smart new, more functional church stood proudly across the road.
In the evening we frequently come across cattle coming home. We never cease to be amazed at their huge horns, which are apparently hollow, so are not as heavy as they look.
It was a lovely day out; we returned dusty but refreshed for a change of scene.
2 comments:
Hi Rupert and Annie, its Rachael here from was it SKWID or P2V? Love the blog and the photos, nice to see you are having a good time. How long you out there for? Time is flying. I'm enjoying being in Kenya. Was just going thru some old emails and saw your one from August just before you left. Take care ! x
As the rain beats down on the Abbey Surgery Windows , the gutters overflowing in spite of another job of strengthening and extending,various chestnuts from Dr Gude's list remind me to have a look at your blog. I am not sure if the beautiful pictures and stories cheer me up or make me lament the British summer;happily both.
Took Sauce for a blast with the Gould's boat on the Camel . Lovely time although noisy Whitchurch crowd on Caravan site upset ex patient of yours. He blamed me. The slings and arrows.... Best Wishes Peter x
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