Well, my first attempt at this post was just deleted because my computer at Lazard's just bombed out. I'm not that happy right now, but I'll get over it quickly. I don't have much time now, so this post won't be as great as the one I just wrote. I might not even finish it before we need to leave, but I will try my best.
Things are finally going. Thursday was a huge day. We got the bales delivered to Taraja, and Gio and I headed out to Naivasha. We hitched a ride out with Gitau, the man who delivered the bales, and we stayed at his apartment for the night. The truck ride to Naivasha was ridiculous. It took six hours to get to a place about an hour away. I rode in the back of the truck for a while with a calf and a sheep. The rest of the ride was spent uncomfortably close to three other men, one of which was a very large man with some very strange misconceptions on the U.S.
After our night with Gitau, Alex and I headed out to Lake Naivasha via matatu. We rented a Banda (small shack), and some bikes at the YMCA. We headed straight out, on mountain bike, to Crescent Island. We were able to wander the island alone, and what we encountered was amazing.
We saw zebras, giraffes, monkeys, gazelles, wildebeests, and some crazy birds. Well, I need to go now, so you are either going to have to wait for my next post to hear about the five foot black cobra, or you can just read Gio's last post. I hope to finish this story up soon.
-Victor Rogers IV
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