I did think I'd do a little more journalling while away, however, it didn't happen, although lots of other things did!
Here's a brief overview (also seen in our latest newsletter) and some more pics. And probably some more stories too, as it's so hard to capture the day to day in a few words.
It was so good to return to Kenya for a 6th time to visit suppliers who I now count as friends and friends who are now pretty much like family. Mum and I had a ball travelling around Nairobi in the crazy traffic then off into the country side to visit the Kenana Knitter group. A morning spent in Nakuru at Viva Africa was wonderful, too. After all, even though I have slowed right down in the fashion department, Viva Africa is the reason I came to Kenya back in 2008. The week spent with the knitters ended with a weekend away at Samatian Island on Lake Baringo about 3 hours north of Nakuru then a 3 day safari in the Masai Mara (animals like you wouldn't believe so see pics), culminating with a dawn balloon ride over the wide, grassy plains of the Mara, which was on Mum's bucket list! Nothing quite like it...big sky and big land....and big hearted people. Kenya is so much more than we read about in the news. Its heart beat is strong and we are proud to be able to bring just a small part of that life to Australia through One Colour.
Africa belly (my term for icky stomach) aside, every trip is worth it and this trip was again so worth while. The memory of a hug from Maggie (Magdalene - yes, the namesake of our first coat ever produced) who works at Amani Ya Juu in Nairobi. Holding the sweetest little innocents at Hope House for Babies, a baby refuge (not an orphanage) for little ones abandoned for who knows what reason, but they are loved and cared for by a small, determined, faithful team of local mums. The breathtaking country and its animals. The confronting and often dire situations that people live in. The smell of DEET as we lathered up to avoid malarial mozzies - we are so lucky not to have malaria in Australia. Precious time with my mum as we travelled over often very bumpy roads to see some extraordinary things together. The deepening of friendships which just pick up where we left them 2 years ago. The food, the sound of Hadada Ibis calling in the morning. Memory is a funny thing and writing it now helps cement some of my thoughts and impressions...so there is a point to journalling.
Until next time...