Thursday, June 19, 2008

ready and waiting...



parents are winging their way northwards as i tip tap type. step mother called last night to say how excited they were and that they could barely sleep the night before so she got up to make them both coffee. (?? - go figure.) and that my dear dad has lovingly packed his old hunting rifles in bubble wrap and is flying with them to hand them over to safari c. these are classic rifles, if anyone knows anything about rifles...rigby,westley richards and a holland & holland. family heirlooms...


so let's hope the rifles arrive in kilimanjaro airport. these days security won't let you fly with your shampoos and conditioners, never mind three hunting rifles lovingly clad in bubble wrap, carried by an eccentric bald man in a pith helmut...who on closer inspection could possibly pass as osama.




brother in law called from singapore and reported that sister was entirely confused and had them departing on saturday evening but in fact the plane they are booked on and paid large amounts of money for, is departing on friday evening. thank goodness he checked. i could hear her protesting in the background... must contact mohammed and confirm their daladala transfer from nairobi to arusha. it's a pimped up ride. windows are tinted, air con on, and views of the great northern maasailand are accompanied by swahili arabic rap, heavily underlined in bass and on about volume 9, i would imagine. the border crossing is colourful. busy. mad. lots of maasai women wanting to sell their trinkets. whoops. should have warned them about this. they hone in on the kids, throwing beaded glinting earrings and bangles into the car and then holding you randsom on the other side, accusing you of not paying. if you are hungry, there is a delightful "cafe" run by somalians, serving goat stew, rice, sweet chai and warm cokes. there are truckers, buses, nuns, maasai, somalis, safari goers, safari cars, black market money dealers, oh you name it, you'll find it at namanga border post. it's just a mad border crossing. it's like a movie set.



they'll be fine, my sister and her family. myrtle has led a rich life. lived in western kenya for years, before losing it all after the mau mau. then moved to zimbabwe in the eastern highlands where they lost everything during the war of independence. they moved to a small holding just outside marondera (a small farming town near harare) where her and mickey retired. they had a few head of cattle and some chickens and a pack of jack russels. they lived here for 27 years. five years ago, some "war veterans" walked in and gave them 24hours to leave. to leave everything. they put all their dogs down and packed up what they could and left for new zealand, never to return. mickey died last year. this is the first time myrtle is coming back to east africa after a very long time. i don't think she will go back to zimbabwe. ever. ever.



back to Ngorobob Hill... stoner lived up to his name and was barley snappy yesterday, nevermind present. so work continues this morning. safari c is up on the windy hill as i write. the tent is large and unwieldy and i suspect we will need some expert help to erect it. see pic. craig with expert help, contemplating pole lengths, and how the hell to put up the tent....he has shaved off all his hair. safari c does this at least once a year. we are not sure why. but we still love him any old way - hair or no hair. it seems to make him happy. that we love him and having no hair...










spare room and Myrtle's Bed are ready. Myrtle's Bed is a monster. (see pic LHS) this is what happens when you casually design a bed in bad swahili, parked idly on the side of the road in down town mbauda...gabby needs help climbing into it. in fact, she might need a ladder, it's so high. and it was a bastard to put together. safari craig was cursing. things simply didn't match. a bit like fitting a round peg into a square hole...something to that effect. anyway. there it is. see pics. and parents room all tidied, ready and waiting.(RHS pic)















so tonight we will all be waiting for the sound of the car coming up the hill...with granny and grandpa and we will barely be able to contain our excitement...! we shall keep the fire burning and soup on the boil.... and have our ears stretching waiting for the sound of the car...the car coming up The Hill...

Kitchen Board: Thursday 19 June 2008:






Contributors: Janelle and Gabby


Comments: hmmm - needs to updated...but see gabby practising her writing...dashing off to lunch with girlfriend and meeting boyfriend one. (never met boyfriend two) -the eeny meeny miney mo situation....hoooah...toodely pip then...XXX

8 comments:

Dumdad said...

At least Safari C has the option of shaving his head every now and then. I wish.

Good luck with the guests....

Janelle said...

dumdad! helllloooo! its been a while! thanks...it all starts tonight..hooah. x janelle

debi said...

You have transported me away. I do not want to stop reading but there is work to be done. I shall return.

http://reluctantmemsahib.wordpress.com said...

enjoy enjoy enjoy. your description of namanga was down to the very last dot perfect. xxx

Millennium Housewife said...

Wow, loving the blog, found you through The God Diaries. A whole world apart from where I live, beautiful. Thanks MH

Janelle said...

ah thanks you all...yeah memsahib..isn't namanga just a walk in the proverbial park, eh? and Millenium H/Wife - THANKS!! where do you live? X janelle

Millennium Housewife said...

Janelle! In the Midlands of England, Big tall trees, green green green,tiny squinting lanes, seasons defined by the leaves, or absence of them. Old farms and falling down barns, bought and being done up as homes at every turn, tiny hamlets and big towns, thatched roofs. And the ubiquitous supermarkets draining the life. MH

Miranda said...

My golly! Is that the bed?? And is that Gabby on the bed? Its MASSIVE! She looks like a doll. See you sooooonxx