Samburu


	Samburu, Shaba and the Road from Isiolo to Somalia

Isiolo,

Frontier Town.

Where the "tarmac road" ends and the "road" made from hand made gravel the size of your fist begins.

They call it a "Holy Road" because it shakes the devil out of you!

In Isiolo, at the police stop, Joe was approached by a woman selling bananas. She said "My name is Fatma, will you remember me?"

The bartenders at the Shaba Lodge knew who we were talking about when we told them of Fatma the banana seller.

They laughed out loud and said she's a famous local prostitute.

Keep going north-east from Isiolo and the road goes all the way to Somalia.

Our driver: John and our guide: Jacob.

They were real experts who took us to all the wild animlas in Kenya. We sall all the "big five" and so much more...

This is the water buffallo, Jacob said they are "nasty and smelly beasts" who would attack you just because you are near.

These gazelles were all part of the stark beauty of Samburu.

A family of Baboons can hunt and kill almost any wild animal - oh so human, and so many of them. Strength in numbers.

^ Can you see the cheetas? ^ and there's one here too ^

These are the first giraffes we saw in the wild.

Elephants!

The Shaba Lodge.

This is a monkey right outside our door.

This one was on the lawn outside our room.

All Monkeys are funny - even with a chip bag!

This is the chef at the Shaba lodge and the entertainer, Camora, who "will make it to the sliver screen" (he told us).

Joe tries to make friends with a Monkey.

We still look good on Day 4!