Landscape Stories

Fishing Masai

Lake Baringo is not only spectacularly beautiful because it sits in the center of the Rift Valley and is surrounded by highlands on both sides. It is also of interest culturally because it is home to the Njemps people.

With the arrival of the Europeans just over 100 years ago the Maa peoples of Kenya were displaced from Laikipia and other areas that they originally occupied and pushed into Narok, Kajiado and Samburu. A smaller sub tribe called Ilchamus in their mother tongue ended up on the shores of Lake Baringo. It was the white man who called them Njemps because Ilchamus was rather torturous on his heavy tongue and the name stuck to this day. The name Baringo actually stems from a Njemps word, Emparingo which means ‘lake’. And it was the white man who found it cumbersome to pronounce Emparingo, hence Baringo.  They number about 35,000 and are closely related to the Samburu.

They are the only people of Maasai origin who double up as both pastoralists and fisher men. Traditionally the eating of fish was taboo to the Maa peoples and there is a theory that the people in this area were forced into fishing when they lost all of their cattle during a great drought in the early 20th Century.

A Njemps man might have a small stool, ngorika, which served the dual role of a pillow and a ng’udi (walking stick). And he would wear ngorigi (beads) around his neck and mintoi (wooden plugs) in his slit ears. Sadly these traditions are fast becoming a throw-back to a past that is gradually being lost even among these conservative people due to the advancement of modernization. Slit ears are still a common sight, but mintoi have virtually disappeared as have ngorigi. Equally rare are men’s stools also being used as pillows.

The impact of civilisation among the Njemps is such that missionary educated elders who had their ears slit have had them stitched up as is the case with Paramount Chief Nabori.

Mike’s Tropical Island Discovery

Mike Kennedy’s story of how he made his way up to his personal Shangri-La, Kiwayu Island.

“Back in 1987, I was working with an oil exploration company based out of Mombasa but was looking for an opportunity to leave them to set up my own business. I was living in Watamu at the time with my girlfriend and our local watering hole was Ocean Sports Bar and whenever we were hanging out there I would always look at this map of the Kenyan Coast on the wall. And when I looked at this map I would always be drawn to this island located North of Lamu, called Kiwayu. It had such a ring to it; Kiwayu, Kiwayu, Kiwayu, that I felt that it was calling to me. One night I was having some drinks at the bar with a group of friends and in the quest for adventure and after having a few too many, we decided on the spot at 4am, to go and find this mysterious island. So the four of us jumped on to two motorbikes and an open Suzuki jeep, dropped by our homes to tell our girlfriends that we were going on safari and that we would be away for five or six days, picked up our clothes and some supplies and roared off at dawn, heading north.

And boy, was it some journey! It happened to be an El Nino year with flooding all over Kenya and wherever we went bridges and roads were washed away. Crossing the Tana River was a real challenge because we had to build our own bridges from washed away planks of wood. We kept going north from Lamu, heading to Kiunga which is on the Kenya- Somali border and eventually, after a few grueling days, reached a river called Mungai where we found that the bridge had been washed away. We tried to float the jeep across on empty drums of petrol but half way across the jeep sank and we had to spend five days camping on the side of the road waiting for the river to subside. Eventually it did and we pushed the jeep out but could not get it going, so with the remaining two motorbikes we drove into Kiunga to get help. On reaching Kiunga, we were promptly arrested by the border police and thrown into cells as we were sporting bushy beards, splattered with mud and had no identification, so they probably thought we were terrorists. It took them two days to verify who we were after numerous radio calls to Nairobi. On being released we continued on the bikes down the coast road to a little village called Mkokoni which is opposite Kiwayu Island. From there we hired a small dhow to cross over to the island, where we spent the next four days eating crab and swimming and body surfing in the crystal clear sea.

‘Guys, I think that we have uncovered a real gem here! An amazingly beautiful, wild and unspoiled paradise,’ is what we kept saying to each other and we promised to ourselves that we would be back again as soon as possible. By this time two weeks had gone by and our girlfriends had reported us missing to the police as there were no mobile phones in those days for us to be able to communicate with them. We hitched a lift on the police boat back to Lamu with the two bikes onboard (we had left the jeep in Kiunga but the story of how we rescued it six months later is another tale) and it took us another week to get back to Watamu. You can imagine that after three weeks away and a lot of worry our girlfriends were very happy to see us return!

After visiting on one the guys from that trip (Charlie, who had actually got there before me by taking a job at a small hotel which had just been built on the south end of the island) I hatched a plan to stay in the archipelago. So I set up a marine safari business, based out of Lamu, sailing adventurous guests around all the islands, camping, fishing, snorkeling, game viewing and exploring ancient ruins. An average trip would be a week to ten days and we would always finish off the safari by spending the last three or four days on Kiwayu island. After doing this for four years I decided to build a more permanent camp on Kiwayu, so in 1991, I started building my first ‘bandas’ and in July 1992 I opened for business. I have been here on this blissful island  ever since and have enjoyed every glorious moment.

Chopper in the Chalbi Desert

I feel the hot wind in my hair as I look down through the open window at the enchanting, green waters below me and I can’t help but flash a cheeky grin at Flic Tailor the pilot of the helicopter.

We left Desert Rose, the unique, eco-friendly lodge in Northern Kenya that we have been staying in for the last couple of days, at this 9am morning and the first interesting experience that we had was when the Tropic Air chopper landed on the summit of the Silale crater.  After that we were touched when we landed next to a Pokot village and we were introduced to these hospitable people and in fact felt very privileged when we were invited to part in a traditional dance.

We then continued north, over the desolate salt plains, lava flows and crocodile pools, through the spectacular valleys, and past the iconic rocky feature of ‘Nataruk’.  The landscape is constantly changing and shortly after that we touched down on the white sand dunes, and then flew over the soda lake of Logipi, and finally to the famed Jade Sea, Lake Turkana.

And now Flick tells me that it will be about five more minutes before we land at the Koros Camp for a much needed dip in their rock pool and a picnic lunch.

All in all a truly awesome experience!

Chasing Chimpanzees

‘There is a large group ahead of us’, whispers the ‘Chimpanzees guide’ as he points across a valley which is densely forested.

Trying to be as brave and fit as possible, we follow our guide, who would even take us to the highest mountain top in Uganda to try and catch a glimpse of these interesting creatures. But the chimpanzees like a little game and just as we have reached the other side of the valley covered in mud and scratches, the guide again points back to the other side of the valley.The chimps made their way further down the valley but have crossed to the other side and are now laughing at us from there. Of course, this time we will definitely have more luck and we follow the guide down through the valley. Yes, we see a long, brown, hairy arm! We are encouraged to go on and are becoming real bush men and push ourselves through the dense jungle forest and walk over a fallen tree to cross a stream to get closer. The apes are too fast and smart for us again though, and after another try (yes, crossing the same valley again) and a two hour game of chase and chimp, we decide to go back to the point where we started off. And guess what we find when we arrive there! A completely different but very large group of chimpanzees relaxing in a tree near where we left our large rucksacks.

Great adventure though and luckily a wonderful reward at the end!

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