In the middle of the night, the rain started, and what sounded like a downpour to us, was really only a quarter of a millimetre, according to Charlie. With the rain, brings a smell that the locals refer to as petrichor. So fresh and inviting for us to start walking today. The Kenyan early morning birdsong is like an orchestra, all tuning up their instruments at the same time, ending with the most wonderful crescendo. It wasn’t long before we saw A Verreaux’s Eagle Owl, herds of Impala, and plenty of Thompson gazelle.
As we wound our way further south, crossing dry river beds and walking on roads where the foliage seems burnt and dead, we wondered how the livestock could possibly survive. Our guides ensure us that with the rains, everything will come alive again. We arrived at camp at noon, just in time for the skies to open up. We unloaded the camels in the rain, and by the time our tents were up, the sun and heat had returned.
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