I would love to say that I had a magical time and fully enjoyed this hike, but why would I lie to you, it was an excruciating 27 Kilometers. At some point I was willing to be left with the Maasai, who are the predominant in the area. I seriously contemplated this a couple of times, but more of this story on my next blog post , on this one I show you the beauty of the place, because I am the kind of person who eats their meat before their kienyenji veggies with ugali, because I need to savour the good things before the bad.
We started the hike at 9am at a little town called uplands, a forty minute drive from Koja in Nairobi town. We walked through the village where everyone stared at us as if looking for an explanation of why a group of young people, blasting their music was parading through their town as if looking for an answer in nature’s beauty.
We then drifted off into a forest and a few moments later, just like magic, found ourself at the famous view point. After catching a break and numerous photos , we headed on to the famous hills, brisking through the Nairobi Nakuru highway road, it feels different walking, rather than just driving through.
After about four hours of walking, we finally got to the piece of the cake, the mountain. We started with the descending part, which although rocky, was quite okay. We even got to crown the falling champion, due to the steep slopes.
We finally got to a rock called “the boob rock” or in kikuyu Ihiga ria Nyondo we found solace in the two rocks that only looked like boobs from a certain angle, someone had to have really taken their time to stare at it before they came up with the name, probabably a man.
We kept on descending until we got into the hole, deep inside the mountain, with no way out other than climbing up. We had lunch, under an acacia, at this point any form of shade was quite helpful due to the scorching sun.
They did have a big ancient mugumo tree, which was probably sacred and the elders seemed to meet at this place, to discuss important matters such as how many goats are needed to pay the bride price or the women catching up on the village gossip or story telling.
Then the hard part began, the ascending, between the blazing sun, insufficient water and my throbbing headache, this part of the hike was quite fuzzy, so we’ll skip on ahead to the glorious ending of the ascend.
Three hours later, we landed at the top of the mountain, and finally, it was all flat land again, we passed through other villages, and parts of the country I never knew existed, more civilised though with electricity and water. They were generous enough to share their water.
Two hours later, at around 7pm, we finally done with our hike. Everyone looked exhausted and the silence on our ride home was a clear expression of how much the hike had taken a toll on us.
Brief History of the place.
Unfortunately I did not find much on google, but I learned about the Kedong Massacre where over 100 Maasais and 600 Swahili men and Agikuyu perished from kereitawildernessventure.
Was it worth it?
Would I do it again?
I would, just when I am a little bit more prepared.
I read other hikers stories about William hills and I can assure you @lets_drift will give you the best experience. Of course my opinion is biased but please do give it a try and let me know.
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Photos by: @iamalexkamau
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