Blessed, that’s my feeling after 5 spectacular days and nights in this naturally abundant environment with hospitality second to none.
Last week has been a festival of wildlife across the Conservancies as various headline acts vie for stage time.
Kicheche Laikipia, Ol Pejeta Conservancy combined with either Kicheche Mara or Kicheche Valley Camps in the Mara.
I have come to love Kicheche Bush camp. As you step off the plane to be greeted by one of the amazing guides, you feel as though you are at a home away from home.
To everyone at Valley camp thank you for a wonderful stay. The food, service and hospitality is lovely.
There’s new sheriffs in town at Valley Camp and it seems these fresh faces have fresh admirers and not cheap seat ones either.
Wake up calls in the city can come at any time of night and vary from electronic musak, clinical vibrating Apples, sirens, snoring and drunken hoodies.
Just because Kicheche has closed its canvas for a couple of months does not mean the Mara shuts down like a BA circuit board.
Lavish rains have leavened the plains, turning manicured lawns into brilliant basil baize with the oat grass ears turning yellower than a strip of match-fixing tape.
