Next, we landed on the rim of Selai Volcano’s intact caldera, with our chopper’s tail hanging over the sting. We loved espresso and biscuits overlooking its huge grassy expanse, a diameter of eight kilometres. Other than us, there was nobody round, besides a younger Pokot shepherd and his herd of cows. His solely materials possession, apart from his rubber tyre sandals and material shuka was a cell phone, powered by a tiny cell photo voltaic panel.
Rodger Bowren
Rodger Bowren
Continuing north, we flew previous plains strewn with thick black chunks of lava. The tall, skinny termite towers under us have been the cooling chimneys of their mounds, constructed over lots of of years. Next, we flew low between the otherworldly cliffs of Hoodoo valley, with their rusty-red pillars with knobby tops that jogged my memory of the towers of Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia. Some have been clustered, others have been lone pinnacles poking upwards. It felt as if I may contact them. The Painted Valley was subsequent, the place the startlingly lovely hills, some standing, and others collapsed, have been composed of layers of vibrant purple, inexperienced and gray sediment. And now, we have been within the Saguta Valley, with probably the most surprising sand dunes round us. According to Dr. Church, “These were ancient sediments left behind after some of the shallow lakes of the Rift Valley dried up.” Landing right here was a breeze, and we hopped out and made our manner up a tall dune to its ridge. It felt scorching at 34℃, and the solar was sturdy. We lined ourselves with our kikoi materials. As we took off, the T2 chopper was forward, and I filmed its black shadow projected on the vertical dune faces, disappearing immediately because it lifted off their crests.
Rodger Bowren
Perhaps the spotlight for us was flying over Lake Logipi, which implies ‘salty’ in Turkana. The placid blue was lined in arcs of pink dots alongside one of many edges. Each one in every of them was a flamingo. As we curved round effectively above them, batches of them flew from one edge to a different, leaving dots of trails as they paddled out of the water. They moved with balletic precision, and as soon as airborne, they have been like gossamer veils billowing within the breeze. Where they overlapped, the pink color turned doubly intense. The visuals have been breathtaking. Kiren stated the lesser flamingos feed on algae (spirulina) and the larger feed on crustaceans and plankton. We left them to their peace, and skirting the black, still-fuming Andrew’s volcano, landed on a grassy patch to take pleasure in views of Lake Lokipi from afar and have our lunch of contemporary mandarin juice, egg muffins and fruit skewers underneath an impressive paper bark tree.