To Experience the Unknown

I would like to first apologize for my two weeks of radio silence, blame it on the H-O-L-I-D-A-Y!!!!  Yes that is right, I decided to rest my tired bones and lay in the rays of the eternal sunshine, soaking its nourishing rays and chasing away the tired lines from my eyes. Well I did that for about 20 minutes then I got up and decided not to waste anymore of my vacation time sleeping. I CAN SLEEP WHEN I GET HOME!!!

This is a philosophy myself and hubby have been disagreeing on for years, his idea of a holiday is to lie in bed all day and sleep. Now those who know me well, know that I am a champion sleeper, as in I can sleep. If sleeping were an Olympic sport I would probably be a 10 time Olympic champion with an array of medals, but sadly it is not, so no medals for me. Anyway back to my ramble, hubby can sleep pass me when on holiday, for him it is bliss for me it is the most annoying thing ever!!!

Like seriously why would I pay some serious $$$$ to go and lie down in a bed and sleep. Tafiapa NEVER!!! The gods shall not permit me (OK OK I know that was too dramatic) but you get my gist holidays are for experiencing the unknown and not exploring the many different dimensions of the land of dreams. I can tell that you’re not convinced, so to move you to my side let me tell you a story.

Hubby and I once visited the beautiful island of Zanzibar, trust me you all have to go, it was amazing. After a week of adventure and a little too much lounging it was time to head back home. So we woke up at stupid o’clock to catch a flight at stupid o’clock. It actually felt like I was being asked to go clubbing, I was just turning up extra fashionably late. After groggily making our way to the counter and fighting an army of ninja mosquitoes, we were informed that our flight was cancelled. Our options were, one head back into town and enjoy one more day on the island or two visit the land of the Lion King for one day. Call me Indiana Jones because I chose to meet Simba.

I had it all planned out, I would spend the afternoon exploring and the evening out having dinner at an authentic Kenyan Restaurant. This was going to be epic, or  so I thought, the reality was it was so not epic. Firstly, our flight was delayed so I had to fight those ninja mosquitoes for a few more hours. When we finally got to Nairobi we spent way to long in the airport because well our bags where scheduled to spend the night in the airport, I still don't know how that made any sense to the airport staff. Like seriously, was I meant to spend the next 48 hours in the same clothes. Then we had to apply for a transit visa (did you all know that you can apply for your visa on arrival in Kenya) and to crown it all we were placed on a staff bus to wait forever before being taken to the hotel.

By the time we made it into the hotel room the day was all but gone, my Indiana Jones spirit had left me and I was ready to embrace my Olympic spirit. But Indiana Jones was not ready to give up, after a top up of well-deserved non authentic Kenyan food; she was back in full force. The adventure was on, Nairobi here I come. I just need my trusty side kick… Oh crap don’t tell me he is sleeping, you have got to be joking. Yes hubby was sleeping on the bed with no intention of standing up, talk about a kill joy.

But not to bother all heroes begin without a side kick, so Indiana Jones is going to have to do this alone. It might be dangerous, scary, in the dead of the night but it is still an adventure worth having. LOL!!! It was just me in a registered taxi, sight-seeing at night. I did not get to see any elephants but I did see somethings I am not able to talk about on this blog. Why, because it’s top secret.

Whilst I did not get to meet Simba or try authentic Kenyan food (whatever that may be) I still got to meet the people and discovered that they truly love Nollywood (now I feel bad about my next week’s post) and Nigerian women way more than what I expected. I think I would count this as an excellent adventure, experiencing the unknown and well worth the reward of my newly acquired fridge magnet. WHAT!!!!I did step out of the four walls of the airport I deserve one.