About The Blog
As half of an expat management couple of a luxury tented camp in a famous game reserve in Kenya, most guests seem to think that after waving them off on their game drives I pop back to bed for the day, presumably with a gin, resurfacing only in the evening to listen to their tales of the bush. Others think I have clearly made a terrible mess of my life (I do live in a tent, after all) and I must be hiding in the African bush working up the courage to enter ‘real’ life again; as did one pitying lady who asked me in a whisper over dinner, “how long do you have to do this job for, dear?”. This blog is an attempt to put the record straight.
My husband, D, and I emigrated to Kenya from England a decade ago. I’m still not entirely sure how; a few months after getting married, we went to our local pub where I drank too much wine and said to D, “All I want is a life less ordinary,” which he misheard as, “Let’s finish these drinks, sell the house and move to Kenya.”
Six months later we were renting a small house in Mombasa. A series of fortunate events led us to where we are today.
About The Camp
The camp is a luxury safari camp with six tents for 12 guests in a private wildlife conservancy. As well as me and D, the camp is staffed by 30 Kenyan men, mostly Maasai with a mix of other tribes.
We’re surrounded by 33,000km2 of protected game reserves, including the Masai Mara, Kenya and the Serengeti, Tanzania.
We’re 300 kilometres from Nairobi; 5 hours from the nearest newspaper and, despite what our guests think, not terribly close to a gluten-free pasta shop.
The events described within this blog are as misremembered by me. Certain characters have fictitious names and identifying characteristics.