But I thought her sister peak Mount Meru more spectacular:
On the way back there were huge thunderstorms, and the aircraft was meandering around them, occasionally skirting through an anvil head. I was amazed to be looking up at Charlie Bravos towering well above 40 000 ft overhead. This one was still developing; viewed from cruising altitude of 38 000 ft:
That's about all I have to tell. I was planning to go to the Masai Mara on the weekend to catch the grand finale of the wildebeest migration, but now I have to work Saturday. *&%$*@!!. On top of it all, I have come down with a miserable cold. Last thing I need ahead of the Swazi Frontier in less than 2 weeks. Protocol dictates that I get checked out for malaria - I hope to fit that in today.
For the last few days the Kenyan national cricket team has been practicing on the field below the office. They are quite good, with victories over the Windies and India to their credit. I thought that the coach looked familiar to me - Its Peter Kirsten!
Kenya cricket team
OK, bye now. Sorry for the miserable blog.