Am full of self-pity today, my first year wedding anniversary. This entry could be regarded as an abuse of blogging protocol - no wildlife and no bush but perhaps writing into the blog abyss might make me feel a little better.
I arrived in Nairobi early yesterday and then after some waiting discovered my connecting flight was cancelled, no explanation just not going. Feeling already rather feeble after 3 weeks of illness and ladened with all sorts of packing, in 4 cumbersome bags together weighting 40 kg, I just melted. It was all so carefully planned I would arrive the night before our wedding anniversary having not seen each other (or had the benefit of his nursing skills) for nearly a month. There was nothing to do but cry publicly and unreservedly. Everything went pop - like a water balloon, me and my plans.
Chris a friend very kindly offered me a bed. Today he has had to go and now here I am alone in Nairobi with the thick air of traffic fumes and the sound of cars and children playing. Sometimes days just have to pass.
Tomorrow I should be off - now that two days have been lost, rather alarmingly I will have to go more or less straight into the bush. I usually find the intensity of Mozambique overwhelming and need to acclimatise before facing nature in the raw.
Our guests Peter and Galen will arrive before me, the scientists leading operation Elephant Shrew. Ha, there we go, not quite as I had planned. Hope to be full of renewed energy when I next put finger to keypad.
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