Day 35 of my journey and I think I am nearly there. I don't know exactly where this journey will take me, I just have to believe that there's an ending.
The landscape in Kenya is beautiful, filled with amazing colours. The wildlife has this incredible way of communicating that is fascinating to watch. It's the beginning of summer. The grass is so lush and green, the lakes are filled with crystal clear water and there is an array of wonderful animals. It's as though you're in a perfect world where nothing goes wrong and you never want to close your eyes, but you do close your eyes and you do realise that this beautiful country is suffering from starvation, malnutrition, poverty and racism. You sometimes wonder how it could be possible when you see how joyful and appreciative Kenyan people are.
I have spent many days observing the animals, watching them find the necessities of our human day-to-day life; for example finding food and water.
This tropical terrain illustrates how animals in the wild do things very differently to those in an enclosed sanctuary. My journey was about to take an unexpected turn. It would become a tremendously memorable experience.
During my observation of wildlife I encountered an extraordinary family of baboons and I watched in fascination how they live life in the wild. Swinging through the trees, tearing down branches as they move. The smaller baboons stay closer to the ground. One actually began to walk alongside where I was hiding, when suddenly a branch came crashing down, sending debris flying around the jungle. They began screeching and beating their chests in commotion. The smallest of their clan was under the branches, very close to where I was.
I stepped out carefully. I could hear the baby crying...