The trip in pictures

Almost there. We were all happy when we finally stood on Schiphol, Amsterdams airport, ready to border the enourmous plane that was going to take us straigh to Nairobi.

Crossing Africas border. Our first view of Africa, flying from the Mediterrean sea over to the Sahara desert.

The first morning in Nairobi. Already seven in the morning, when waiting for our driver, the sun felt warm and refreshing compared to the lame sun back in Finland.

This beutiful lizard posed for us on a gasstation on our way from Nairobi to Taita Hills.

My first view of Taita Hills. We arrived in the evening as the sun settled. No more words needed than.. wow.

 Getting to know the students of Cannon Kituri School. Me, Vilma and our studying-partner Fred, who was from Taita, became close friends already during the first day. I think there was nothing he didn't know about farming. I even know how you're supposed to grow coffee beans now.

The rainforest through which we hiked at our second day in Taita, was exotic and almost absurd with all its disformed branches, enormous insects and vivid colours. This is a hollow tree which we walked THROUGH.

I'm sitting inside a cave, photographing the others who listens to our guide telling stories of those who used the cave as shelter hundreds of years ago.

Our guide with his red cap. A little... angry with me for taking photos?

 

On the safari. Is it just me or was this impala moking me? Well got him on photo so who is laughing now!

We met the elephants, in this case the kings of the jungle since no lions were seen on our trip. This king got real angry though and we were lucky to get home unharmed.

What more do i need to say than SAFARI.

Getting late. We were racing towards the gate of Tsavo Nationalpark to get home in time, before everything gets pitchdark after the sun sets.

 

The colours of nature in Taita.

These sculls are a part of the Taitas ancient religion. They removed the sculls from the body when someone died and placed them in sacred caves.

Back in Nairobi we got to meet students that were truly happy to get the chance to go to school. Unlike some back home. This boy is one of the students of Mathare Special Training school in the Mathare slum.

// Nora