The Smugglers Bar, or as they say, Smugglass Bar--No CREDIT in large letters
|john Bob and I show the NO CREDIT sign at Smugglers|
|This is immigration Taveta. Very new.|
|For some reason I could only think of the Christmas Carol (the babe the son of mary-3rd verse)|
|Entering the Tsavo West|
|And cross they did|
|Elephants of Tsavo|
|Giraffe so graceful|
|Hartebeeste and zebra group hanging out together|
|Lilac Breasted Roller just hanging out on a sign|
|Ostrich Pair loving life|
|oops Zebra Crossing|
|Zebra wondering---who are these white people?|
|Note the site Cameral Bar|
We had been advised to avoid the Mombasa Ferry (which we intended to do anyway) but to take a different road. They called it the Taru Road. And as far as I can tell we were lost for hours on different road paths, but we knew we would get out of it somehow!
|What the Hell!|
|Yea a town|
|We think we joined another road, the Samburu Road - who knows?|
|View of our lodge from the bay|
The first day of fishing was fun at times, boring at others but I am told that this is the nature of deep sea fishing.
|Bob's first Marlin tagged|
|Striped Marlin close|
|John's Sail Fish|
Coral Island of Wasini
|Look carefully and you will see a man walking along from the small island|
|Fishermen in Dhau|
I had unfortunately not been able to get my little underwater camera to work so my snorkeling experience I can only vouch for was terrific. I saw so many fish that I wish Jay Garbose had been there to tell me what I was seeing. The coral was terrible, much worse than two years ago, but the fish were everywhere and it was a joy to watch. After we snorkled, the dolphin came as if they had figured out it was time for them to come. The show was amazing. Here are just a few pictures.Happy Trish
When we returned to Shimoni, I walked down to the place where the Hemphills live and waited for the boys to come back. When they did, they brought part of a Dorado for dinner, and reveled in the tales of being in the middle of wild sailfish and marlin for almost 2 hours. They had strike after strike and at one point Simon (who is the real fisherman) said that he couldn't figure out what was on whose line because one fish would pick it up and another would take the line away. He made a statement to John--well there's your sail fish and it was a marlin when it came in. Same thing happened to Bob. They were so enthusiastic that clearly they are ready for another trip next year. We shall see.
|This may be the first day bob marlin or Sail fish|
Coming home was exhausting though efficient. I only took one picture and that was a better picture of the old Baobaob near Himo. We were stopped by police 3 times in Kenya on the way back and they were not very nice this time. Wanted to see all Bob's papers, argued with him about them, and argued about me lying in the back seat of the car. We had righteous indignation about it all and the finally let us go each time. Those nails again. Going through immigration was a breeze except that John had gotten sunscreen in his eyes and was in utter misery the whole last half of the trip. Here is the Baobaob to say Good-bye Shimoni until we meet again.