The dream of Africa
The dream of Africa was originally my fathers. Fifteen years ago he visited Kenya for the first time. Although he was an experienced traveller, Kenya and its wildlife made a deep impression on him. He went back several times and he thought this was something he wanted his family to see. After several years all the pieces came finally came together and the trip became a reality. All in all we were a group of fifteen, family, relatives and friends.
We flew from Stockholm to Amsterdam, and from Amsterdam to Nairobi. After spending the night at an excellent hotel, Nairobi Serena Hotel, we started out early on the first of several long drives on roads that on some parts were unbelievable bad. Along the roads you saw a poverty that made you realize how fortunate you are, living in a richer part of the world. At the resting places and at the entrances of the game reserves (not at the lodges) there were eager, sometimes pushy, salesmen, trying to sell artwork or souvenirs.
But we didn’t see signs of drugs or alcohol abuse, the people were generally nice and friendly, easy to communicate with, since English was the official language, although most spoke Swahili. The fact that tourism is an important revenue for Kenya made the ambivalence you might feel against the contrast between the poor countryside and the luxury lodges a bit easier.
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