DAIRY EXTRACTS OF A KENYAN SOCIALIVE (ARRIVAN WITH IVAN): BORANA LODGE, KISIMA POLO CLUB, TIMAU SPORTS CLUB, SIRAI HOUSE.
18.06.14 – Borana Lodge
Went over for a big one at the lodge last night – first time I’ve been drunk in 4 months(!!) Hannah, Finlay and Izzy were there. Plus Amory, Ben (Finlay’s Mum’s Boyfriend) and a couple of others. Great fun and really nice to know there are such a fun crowd of young folk around. I thought I was going to be completely shut off from civilisation up here, turns out there are plenty around who want to have a bit of fun. Ended up being sick in my loo (tequila and Tabasco shots = painful throat...), doing deployments at 5.30 – hell, then going for a flight with Michael that evening whilst trying to pretend I wasn’t hangover:
Michael through the intercom “How’re you feeling Ivan? Some people get a little sick when the first go up in a small plane like this”.
Ivan through sick stopping clenched teeth: “No! Fine. What a beautiful view.” Don’t be sick, don’t be sick, don’t be sick.
11.07.14 – Kisima Polo Club
One of the strangest things about hanging out in a white Kenyan society is how English everyone seems. The South Africans, Namibians, Botswanans, Zambians and Zimbabweans I met were all so African. The Tanzanian and Kenyan white people I have met still play polo every weekend! This is not a criticism, but just relatively interesting. Everyone sounds as posh as I do, and have been at school at Gordonstoun, Bryanston and even Ampleforth. A very unusual feeling!
Last night, we (the Borana young possy) headed up to Kisima the nearby farm and polo club for the after polo party. As I walked into the polo hall I felt like I was 11 years old heading into the village hall for a party (of the kilt and rugby shirt variety, but English), so English quaint and village hally. Bizarre! Unfortunately any lady I may have fancied was either related to everyone in the room, was going out with someone in the room or had gone out recently with one of the guys in the room. Not an easy crowd to infiltrate. My dance moves were slightly inhibited by the fact that Michael and Nicky my bosses/hosts were there, I feel awkward enough dancing in front of Mum and Dad let alone my employers. Great fun none the less and a small glimpse into a hidden part of Kenyan society. Ended up passing out in the back of our car.
19.07.14 – Timau Sports Club
A very similar set up to Kisima, a hall next to a polo ground. Again felt a little like an outsider but making slow progress. People beginning to recognise me now. Met a girl who went to Columbus and lived in Dublin – she wanted me to list all my Colombus friends – needless to say I found her bloody annoying and pretended to go and have a pee...
05.08.14 – Sirai House
Went up to Sirai, one of the most stunning places. Built by an English investor on Borana and the funds Borana made to build/sell it are used to go to the conservancy. A mind-blowing place. Much easier for me to get into it (find it easier with people over from Blighty) and had a great time. Yet again passing out in the back of the car, alone. (Edit: not alone, with Finlay)