Dh and I went to Kenya. Booked a safari for 3/4 days everything was supposed to be included. This was 20 years ago. We took some light change and some Pringles. A few diet cokes, jungle spray and other practical items and set off in a flurry of excitement with six other tourists we didn’t know!
It was so bouncy and we kept hitting huge craters for six hours driving there that dh could barely walk. His back went into spasm. We saw one giraffe in the very long distance all day. Arrived for dinner. The dinner buffet was laid out in a semi open restaurant and was actually moving. I thought it was my eye sight at first but no it was moving. There were flies and insects crawling all over it - thousands of them. It was revolting.
I just couldn’t eat it. Gave up without a bite abd dh gave it a good shot, he has a cast iron stomach apparently.
Hungry, hot and dusty I turned on the shower, a pretty outdoor shower to cool off, the water ran as I stood under and thousands of spiders ran up the shower waste and all over my legs - huge things heading for my unprotected lady parts. I am not scared of spiders, but I was screaming like hell! Dh ran to ‘save’ me batting them all off me with a towel. I still have flashbacks. So does he. It was like a horror film.
Too terrified to sleep as men were walking around our huts with rifles. Random screaming all night. Next day we lost one passenger to D&V and so each day dropped off as each person was struck down by the shits. Dh was the last. I still refused to eat the food and had been surviving on Pringles and Diet Coke, now all gone. Dh was so ill, sweating with food poisoning after joking that flies were a good source of protein anyway 😂
I was hunting down crisps with our left over money - found a little town, the poorest I have ever seen. And was accosted by hundreds of people trying to sell me Masai warrior items. I was in full survival mode by now. Totally starving, I had lost weight and was exhausted and unwashed.
I was the last and only person on the expedition, everyone else was too sick.
saw absolutely no wildlife whatsoever. Stopped evening looking or caring.
It was a VERY long and tough journey back for the pale and poorly sick passengers. No one said a word.. Six hours of us having to stop constantly so one or the other could go behind the bushes. There was no dignity left for anyone by the time us stragglers arrived back at the hotel. Never, ever again. Later that evening terrorist fired at planes with rocket launchers by the side of the airport. People were killed. All flights were cancelled and the airport was closed! I never thought we would get out of there!! ðŸ˜
When we were finally departing I was praying to god continuously that we wouldn’t be blown out of the sky, when I looked around so was everyone else. It was terrifying. Felt so vulnerable as we taxied. Haven’t been back since.