Making out with a giraffe . . .

Another early rise, im sick of saying it never mind doing it.

First port of call after breakfast, packing and checking out, was the giraffe centre. This is where they look after the giraffes before releasing them back into the wild. So we get to feed them with dry food pellets out of our hands, and if you are lucky like me, get to make out with one, with tongues. I pop the food pellet on my lips and the giraffe leans in, sticking out its ridiculously long skinny tongue, before slapping it across my face with a sand paper like texture feeling for the pellet, where it picks it up from a screwed up face with sounds of 'erugh', only to do this again and again until Ian manages to get a picture of the giraffe actually kissing me. Who knows what diseases I will pick up from this experience.

After we have fed and kissed and wandered round taking pictures like total and utter tourists that we are, we headed back into the car to head to the elephant orphanage. Here is where we used the original police guys we had used earlier with a bribe to let us onto the road and point us in the right direction, craziness. Bribes happen all the time with the police here in Africa, shocking.

At the Elephant Orphanage, they only open at 12pm for one hour everyday in order to bring money to the centre, as like the giraffe centre they rescue and release the animals. Waiting outside the centre with children on school trips and other tourists, at 12 were allowed in. Everyone stood around the cording off bit off land where in two groups they brought down the baby elephants to be fed with giant milk bottle, one each for the baby baby elephants and two bottles each for the baby elephants. They all messed around in the mud, after being fed and watered, and played around like kids with the keepers, while the keepers shovelled mud onto their backs for their suntan lotion and protection from bugs. Its nice to know that after the elephants are released they still wander back to the centre to say hi and bring their babies with them to show the babies where they used to live. Such gentle and sensitive animals.

On the way out of the centre they have rescued a blind rhino, so we went to see him sleeping, poor thing, breaks my heart.

We headed back to our campsite, had dinner before setting off for our drive to lake nakuru hotel. Here I shared a room with Car and Angela. We decided to go for a group run to stretch off our legs after our long car journey from Nairobi, maybe 3ish a bit more hours we had spent squished up.

So we all did 15mins one way and back, we are already at a little bit altitude and you can tell from our breathing. Running along the main road and back wasn't the most scenic but its so we don't get lost. Car had gone back early for some farting time she confessed as once I got back I was complaining about trapped wind. Our on going joke for the rest of the week was as I entered the room after the run, Car asks lying on her back sprawled on the bed reading the paper in dragged out words, 'are we high?', my response, 'I don't know what you've been doing since you came back from the run early, but im not', she laughs explaining she means altitude. Definitely you had to be there and know Car moment.

So we have our tea buffet at the hotel before we all hit the sack absolutely cream crackered.xx