Sunday, September 18, 2011

Oh My Eyes!

7.45 a.m.

I opened the door of my room getting out for work, to the sight of my over-the-retiring-age and restless looking flatmate, L, sitting cross-legged on the couch reading newspapers, in his oversized t-shirt that covered his lower body and (I really really hope) his undies.

Oh my eyes!

Not so early in the morning. Not ever!

Oh my eyes!

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Mooncakes

Today is Mid Autumn festival. A festival in the Chinese culture commemorating the successful uprising of the Chinese rebels against the Mogul rulers back in the 14th century. Nowadays it is a celebration of family reunion, having dinner together and later in the night enjoying the delicious sweet treat of mooncakes and tea while admiring the moon. The moon is believe to be the roundest and brightest and most beautiful on this night. Kids would be going around the neighborhood carrying lanterns with a variety of shapes and designs and colors.

Mom was asking me about getting mooncakes here in Khartoum when we spoke some weekends ago. I remember telling her that was pretty much impossible. Then, I received a box of moon cakes from a Chinese friend from mainland China, 9 beautifully crafted mooncakes with different filling from normal sweet red bean paste with a salted yolk to the lychee paste and golden dates paste filling, all nicely done up and elegantly packed. Oh, what a treat!

Then I realized it's imported from China. And the Chinese have some seriously doggy processed food, dumpling with card board filling, fake eggs and the list goes on and on.

Damn! To eat or not to eat?

Oh fuck it, I had two already!

10 Years

The only constant in life is change. Everything changes everyday, one way or another. But no change came so swiftly and dramatically and radically as it did the same day 10 years ago. Unfortunately that was not change for the better. For that day on, countless lives were forever altered in ways beyond our comprehension.

In fact, a lot of us are still trying to comprehend and make sense of that painful event.

10 years later, so many changes came and gone. But have we really learnt from the unspeakable tragedy that shook us to the core on that fateful day?

I pray you peace, strength and wisdom.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Who's Looking At Who?

Towards the end of my safari trip in Masai Mara, while looking at the animals roaming freely in the open grassland, taking in the rugged panoramic view of the land, I started to feel like the animals in the zoo. We were being caged in the van through the safari and the game out there was probably looking at us, pretty much like us visiting a zoo looking at the animals in their confinement.

That's why I think I actually enjoy Hell's Gate National Park so much more. I was on my bike, free to roam around, stop wherever and whenever I wanted, admire the animal (though from afar) and experience the vast expense of the open space.
We both are free, the animals and the visitors, sharing the space and doing our own thing. And that was a indescribable feeling. Everything was just great and I just couldn't stop grinning. Even the rain felt good and refreshing as it hit my face on my way out of the park at the end of the day. It did not dampen my feeling a tiny bit.

Monday, September 05, 2011

Breakfast at Masai Mara

Normally I have dried fruit and mixed nuts muesli for breakfast. Just add milk then a simple and quick yet healthy and nutritious breakfast is ready. Perfect for lazy bum (me!) who would like to max out the shut-eye time in the morning.

But in Masai Mara, they are on a different breakfast, more of a local treat which involve quite a bit of hardwork the night before. And they like it raw.

Well perhaps the vultures and marabou storks have it easy, just picking up the leftovers from the predatory game. But there isn't a lot of leftovers to go around and therefore competition aplenty.

Saturday, September 03, 2011

Mara Wonders

"Do Masai Mara. You'll see loads of animals, for sure!" F told me, with such assurance.

"Go to Masai Mara. The drivers will drive off the trail to get you as closer as possible to the animal and getting you a good view of them." C informed me, with a wink and a grin.

Such comments from fellow travelers upped my excitement level tremendously to visit Masai Mara. The night before my trip, I was so exhilarated and and psyhed up that I couldn't sleep, like a child all excited to discover what present and how many of them he is getting on Christmas morning. I was sure I even dreamed of close encounter with lions and elephants.

I woke up so early the next morning heading to the pick up point in Nairobi to begin my 3-day-2-night Kenyan safari adventure. I was acquainted with my fellow safari van mates: two Dutch girls and four Japanese. After a bit of dilly dally that included a snack shopping stop, a van switch, a tire change and a lot of plain waiting in the van, we were off.

"Masai Mara here we come!"

The journey to Masai Mara from Nairobi took a good 6 hours, with a lunch stop. The last stretch into the reserve, a good 60km, was ridiculously bumpy. The road was obviously poorly maintained, potholes as big as a crater and patches unpaved. The bumpy 60km took almost 2 hours. It baffled me to no end why the Kenyan government's inaction on this, considering the Mara is pulling millions of visitors a year and making millions of dollars to the Kenyan economy.

Anyway, we got there about 4.15pm and quickly settled into our tent and just as quickly dashed to the Mara, just in time for our first evening game drive. And with that our safari adventure officially started.

Within the 3 hour game drive, we saw huge herds of wildebeests and zebra grazing in the vast expanse of the Kenyan plain. It is often to see these two animals together. One has better sight while the other is more superior in it's hearing, which helps in alerting each other the presence of their predator, the lions, in addition to the combo of their strength in number.

Then there were the giraffes, placid and gentle, moving from tree to tree, munching the tenderest tips of the trees away. They strolled by with the grace and fluidity of a ballerina. Occasionally, they raised their heads and looked at us for a moment, then resumed munching without a care in the world. How could anyone not love this towering gentle creatures?

On the grassy field there were groups of impalas, another gentle creatures. Male impalas have pointy spiral horns, which are their weapon of choice when fighting over a female impala. Females has no horns, so the ladies hang out in group, safety in number and protected by a pimp, I mean a male impala and it's horns.

Later in the evening game drive, we came across a group lioness chilling atop of a hilly rocky boulder, literally chilling, while an equally huge group of safari van with tourists going gaga over them. The ohs and ahs did not faze them one tiny bit. It was truly a sight to behold. It was unnerving being so close to them but looking at these majestically fierce beasts frolicking playfully was amazing. At the same time, their poise and quiet demeanor was also incredibly calming.

Just as we were still reveling in the excitement of the close encounter with the group of lioness, we were treated to the sight of a lion, also chilling in the field, all by himself. He was just hanging out on its own, quietly, oblivious of the van loads of tourists and ceaseless and frantic clicking of the cameras.

We saw two cheetahs too. They have 2 black lines coming down the side of their nose from their eyes. Leopards do not. Their black spotted yellow hide was beautiful, with an almost glimmering shimmer, even in the dying light of the day.
Then I remembered what F and C said to me. Oh, how true!

Oh we witnessed an brilliant sunset over Masai Mara, with the sky splashed with a glorious spectrum of hues of yellow and orange and pink and red. Oh what a sight to end the day.

Thursday, September 01, 2011

New Best Friends

There's a saying that money can't buy you love, money can't buy you happiness.

But you know what, money sure can buy you friends, a lot of friends, in a blink of an eye. Just look at the National Transitional Council (NTC) of Libya, there are just a whole bunch of people, 63 of them to be exact, desperately queuing up to be his friend. They even organize a Friends of Libya Conference to express their loyalty and sincerity, to pledge their allegiance and support!

Suddenly, everyone wants to be Libya's new best friend!