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Isiolo, Gotu and Merti

What happens when you set out to look for a specific thing, in this case the Lorian swamp and find it dry, just only three days later. As disappointing as this was, Instead of being a baby about it, I choose to keep the precious memories and maybe write about it. We set out for Isiolo a small growing town, approximately 274 kilometers, from Nairobi we arrived at around 2pm, with an appetite surpassing that of a wolf, found a simple little restaurant called Habib {or a name close to this}. I had chicken and chapati, the chicken was marinated with some delicious bhajia spices, quite a flavorful taste.

We then set out for Gotu, our resting point for the day. Let me just explain how things change, you get to a place that seems like the end of civilization, the well tarmacked road ceases to exist and you drift off to a murram road. The weather gets hotter as you move, the people and the houses scarce and all you see for miles is just dryland with shrubs. The views are beautiful and being a rookie blogger, my phone had already died by this point. When we passed a person or two it was either a police post or a pastoralist. Pedestrians were extremely desperate for a ride and you would definitely understand why considering the intense heat wave.

Gotu is a small town, can you believe that in this day and age people still live in leave thatched huts, and look contented in these tiny villages. They seem to be in touch with their culture and besides the constant uncertainty of when the clouds will shower them with a little rainfall, they still smiled and waved. We finally got to simpire campsite, a beautiful well-constructed campsite with several mini hats with tents inside, a comfortable bed and a little bedside table. The campsite is built close to a scenic river, now partially dried up but just giving you the perfect sunset moment.

Simpire campsite has no network, so it can be an ideal getaway place for internet addicts or just honeymooners. Just like other campsites you have to organize your meals, but they do have a kitchen and staff that can cook. They also had an affordable bar area where one can unwind or better yet grab a swim in their lovely pool. Just a little tip is to carry mosquito repellent, because being close to a river the mosquitos are in plenty. The cloakrooms have plenty of flowing water.

Once the sun started rising, we set out for Merti town. A small serene town, you can get more information on how the day went down from here. on the third day we set out for Sericho, to finally find the swamp, the famous Lorian swamp. The people here were nicer, the children had beautiful names like Maria and Salma. After getting the news that the swamp was dry this time of the year, the boys set out to see it with their own eyes and we were left behind. Buying barafu {Kenyan icecream}, We chilled with the children speaking a different language, probably Borana. They seemed gleeful, being on the mid term break. I saw no girls playing it was just the little boys. Maria and Salma disappeared as soon as they said hi, I don’t know maybe to go cook. I wish girls from here got to play too.

On our way back, with no swamp and definitely no fish, we ot two deflated tires, we stayed by the roadside with no shade and no help for about four hours. Apparently, people from there don’t normally travel during the day because of the intense temperatures. We finally got to Badana town where we had our vehicle fixed. We got to spend time with the locals. They charged our phones as we sat on probably their only chairs as they stood near us, just staring at us. I wondered why there was no smell of food in the entire town. I knew if we had gotten car trouble in western, they would have already been preparing some ingoho for us as we waited.

The next day we set out to get some fish from river Ewaso Ng’iro at Gotu, as we headed home. Its amazing how one can start from one place and end up exactly at the same place. At this point I missed the comfort of the city and I wondered, what would I do if I lived in the small town and knew no such comfort, would I have thrived for more or just be comfortable with what I had. You never know, ignorance is truly bliss.

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6 comments on “Isiolo, Gotu and Merti

  1. You remind me, I have wanted to travel to Isiolo for a while now.I think I must now.Merti sounds like a place I’d want to live.I want to see this kind of writing on A Saturday magazine in a major daily

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