Stealing ambitions of African Ladies . . .

I got up say 7ish and sauntered down to continue the multi tasking of uploading pics to fb and writing up blogs, god they take forever when left to write up and forget the funny simple things that amuse me.

So I had breakfast and kept going back for tea while working on the net and packed and checked out by 10. I wandered into town as I have a list of things I want to buy and I had an email off Gav asking what time my flight is on the 29th, but originally I thought I was leaving camp on 28th so ive booked my flight for 29th and a nights accommodation for 28th in Nairobi so all will be revealed when I see him on Thursday.

So after that boring rambling the conclusion is im buying stuff I want in case I don't have time later. I started the ridiculous shopping by buying 4 boxes of cheap perfume, I paid 2quid at home this perfume is at least 35pounds and up. So as it is a glorious day I got myself some yummy yummy ice cream and nipped into a jewellery stall, where trying to unhook things and passing earrings to the guy with one hand, happily munching away with the other guy, ive ended up buying somewhat 30pairs of earrings. But they are great, some are so whacky, and one pair I bought for comedy value. Also a couple necklaces.

I venture further down and was looking for the shoe shop I had seen previously but instead stumbled across and fell in love with a pair of shoes I just had to get. They have AF-REE-KA all over them. Gladiator style gold straps, about 4ish inch skinny heel, with bold fab funky colourful patterns on them.

I went in and they only had a 36, but im a 39. Firstly they made me try the 36, anyway shockingly, low and behold they didn't fit. Outta a black bin liner they hand over a size 40, which fit, so I ran around excitedly negotiating a price. They rang their manager who refused the sale, which at first took a while for me to understand that the shoes had been put aside for a girl who was coming into the shop to pay and pick up the next morning. They wanted to take my number and ring me if she didn't show up and would deliver them to the camp I was moving to tonight.

So it had to be done, the shoes were more than the other shoes I had seen but are a million times better, so I offered more money than the original asking price and they accepted. Ive stolen the shoes from the mystery lady. Although I was questioning the price of the type of shoes I like, as even though for me they are cheapish, like new look compared to top shop, its Africa, these must be rich women. But I forget all about it and skipped away merrily.

After browsing fabrics but no buying I returned to the hotel and grabbed a taxi to wildebeest camp, which took a while in traffic but only 2km south west of Nairobi I believe. I arrived about 2ish which was perfect timing for check in. Got taken to my 3 bed tent and had some dinner as I was hungry. Sat with Lauren who is married to Gavin who has been my main point of contact fo HATC and also sat with Seb, a 19yr old lad doing the running camp recovering from a knee injury, which he has to strap up with tape everytime he goes running, and shave his knee.

I was telling them about my shoes and went to get Lauren a book as she was off to the airport to pick people up and took my shoes to show her. One of the African guys who works here, saw my shoes and said he would tell me about them in private when there were no males around, I said 'dont be daft, they don't mind', he went, 'they were expensive shoes weren't they', I answer 'yes' and he tells me it was a good price, asks me, 'do I know the meaning of the shoes', my response, 'they are prostitute shoes aren't they?'. Guess what guys, I was right, I have stolen a prostitutes shoes, she will have to do without, I wonder if she was earning her money tonight to be able to afford the shoes tomorrow. But a tall skinny heal here represent and tells the male, oh yeah im for sale baby, cash only for exchange for this sexy body! Oh, how I laughed. So these funky shoes will be worn in Newcastle.

We sat and shared a gigantic avocado id picked up that morning and got donated a 2litre bottle of scarily orange orange fanta off these guys who need it drinking as they need the empty bottle for gasoline(they are climbing mount Kenya). As we sat drinking it, Ollie I believe the child is called whose parental own this who could be from Australia, came over. A very mischievous and slightly bizarre kid. We fed him fanta which made him go ever so crazy, was highly amusing to watch. I was like, 'feed him more, feed him more, he can be the entertainment for tonight'.

Ian a guy from South Africa arrived, we chatted, had tea, which was a buffet. Car
(Carola) arrived where you could tell she was rather dazed and living on a different planet from her flight from Germany.

The four of us lay in Seb's room watching the Karate Kid on his laptop til we all slowly drifted back to our rooms. Just as I had gotten into bed, Angela our American arrived.xx