Malindi on the Indian Ocean, north east of Mombasa Kenya is a renowned tourist place. Again  the man from the 
tower recommended his favoured hotel, and we ended up in a magnificient place, the Heminways Resort.

Due to the low tourist season, we were among only very few guests and enjoyed the facilities, the food, wine and perfect service.

May 8^th was our departure date from Malindi to Kilimanjaro International in Tanzania. A short but interresting flight of just
over one hour over green, gradually uphill sloping terrain. Due to a solid overcast we were unfortunately not in a position to see the
highest mountain of Africa, the Kilimanjaro yet.

After the usual procedures after arrival, we headed for Arusha, a reasonably large town 45 minutes away.

Continuation of the story…

Next morning, the driver and some helping friends of the the bus ahead of us have achieved a remarkble task. The vehicle
rattles and totters and moves out of the mud and slowly moves on.The passengers of the bus, which remained seated look
somehow puzzled and troubled through the windows. Anyhow five minutes ago we crossed a lorry which was laying on its
side with its disconcerted inmates. Totally unforseen and unexpected, as outside the rainy season - El Nino, so say the natives – 
the torrential rain of the last few days has managed to transform this usually dry and dusty road into a respectful river and the white
tourist Landrovers now  plow their path through the brownish coloured bursting river-road and the bush.

Hard Work to get Roadworthy again

We are on the way to one of the worlds most famous nature and wildlife reserves the Lake Manjara, the Ngorongoro Crater, the
Rift Valley. Left and right to this river like road extends under a breathtaking sky, a wide flat bushland- the homeland  the Massai,
nomadic herdsmen, with their red coloured sheet cloths. As far as the eye can see deep gras, cattle herds, thorn bushes and on the
horizont some impressive acacia trees.

We were told by our local driver Sam, that Tanzania was one of the worlds poorest countries with 34 million inhabitants, over one
hundred ethnic groups, average annual per head income : one hundred dollars.

But we are on our way to the game reserves with buffalos, Antilopes, Elephants and Sam mentions just by the way, that the Massai
tribe apparently is one of the least developed, «  one man may have up to ten wifes «  and Sam with origin of Zanzibar, with a smile
in his face-- it seams to us, that no corner in this world is safe of chauvinistic thoughts.

A breathtaking tour through game reserves followed and we spent unforgettable moments at the Serena Lodge right at the edge of the
Rift Valley.

The Serena Lodge

Late afternoon, as we observe an impressive play of the dark blue-gray clouds, we head back to our base camp in Arusha.