Driving along the stretch of Naivasha’s forested desolate roads was an endless trip. At last we arrived at our destination, a quarter to midnight. Our entourage of 3 cars made an entrance into the Naivasha West Beach Camp. The place was awfully quiet, seems like we were the only campers at the site. A perfect calming escape for those wanting tranquility in their lives. I suppose not many knew about it considering it’s a new spot. We could make this our hidden little haven before “all Kenyan roads” start leading there with hundreds of corny twitter hashtags and Instagram’s “enroute to” captions.
With sore and stiff legs, we clumsily got out of our cars after being crammed in there for our two and a quarter hour journey from Nairobi to Naivasha. Yea you heard right. The traffic on the road was crazy. Judging from my first camping experience, this campsite was more posh-endowed with rich luxury and splendor. There were little light bulbs stringed across the trees to brighten up the night life, a confined garden of thriving greenery with a modern layout intertwined with mother nature, a couple dozen tents structured like a cabin; a bit raised with four epicurean double-decker beds inside and a small balcony giving an overview of the camp. The designer of the campsite deserves a 5-star rating.
We marked our territory right at the center of the camp. First thing was setting up our barbeque stand. You know it’s not the ultimate sherehe without nyama choma. Drinks were flowing in plenty with cool music blasting from the high-tech car sound system. The party mood was setting in. A buzz of light conversations and laugher from all sides. We lit the bonfire and had everyone gather round. This is the part where we are supposed to be telling horror stories as we roast marshmallows, at least for all of us who grew up watching Camp Lazlo. But far from the known norm, we decided to play a party game and bond over the bonfire. The party went on for the rest of the night beneath the star-studded skies.
At the crack of dawn, I marveled at the glowing sunrise-a crisp circle in the bloody sky- and soaked in every moment of it with awe. From a distance I could spot lake Naivasha scintillate as the sun’s rays illuminated a quivering path across the water. Never in my life have I seen such sheer beauty engulfed with a breath taking ambience. One simply couldn’t withset taking a boat ride, therefore we booked ourselves a tour on the lake. I’m a bit skittish of boat rides but in no way was I letting my fears rob me of a lifetime experience. Though I ended up shaking in my boots half the tour, at least I made remarkable memories. When we got closer to a herd of hippos, I could have sworn I saw my life flash before my eyes and couldn’t wait to get back on land, where my kind belongs. In retrospect, it was an exhilarating experience. Even though I cussed on the boat never to take another ride, I’m for sure taking multiple other rides for another dose of adrenaline rush. I can’t deny I felt so alive.
Afterwards, we set foot to the adjacent camping site for lunch. A buffet of local cuisine to sound too fancy. There are so many camping sites situated in this area. About every 1km you wouldn’t miss several sites. This camping site in particular-Oloiden camping site- was flooding with campers of all sorts. From families to a group of friends to school children. The setting here was a bit different from ours. I guess each site has got its own inimitable style. A few chit chats and a gazillion snapshots especially by the ladies, and our weekend gateway had come to an end. Bearing in mind the next day was a dreadful Monday, we had to wrap it up. Moments like this is when you lose your bearings in a timeless world until you snap out of it and realize it’s already midnight. Adios Naivasha, till next time.