Ella decided to sleep in rather than join in on any activities. I decided to do a 12km bike ride to Hell's Gate National Park along with six others from the group. There are no predators within the park, although you never know with leopards, so walking, riding and camping is encouraged. Entering the park there are hills with rock walls, sometimes there would be a pile of rubble on the ground. This was due to explosive testing by the Brits in WWII.

Our guide Chris was quite a smart and knowledgeable guide. He showed us a type of acacia with nodules that house ants and leaves that feed the ants a sugary solution. In turn the ants would protect the plant by biting which ever herbivore tried to eat it.

While riding we saw Thompson and Grants gazelle, eland, baboons and many warthog. Once we had ridden our 12kms we left the bikes behind to walk down to the river bed which would take us to Hell's Gate. The area received its name due to the narrow space between the cliffs and the steam caused by geothermal activity giving an ominous feeling of entering hell. Some of the scenery here was inspiration of the settings in the Lion King. The stampede that killed Mufasa took place in narrow canyons modelled after Hell's Gate. The large rock seen in the photos is not Pride Rock, that was inspired by an area in Botswana.

Chris' real name was something like Ochee, the O means male and an A would be female. The second part of the name comes from the time of birth. Chee meant afternoon, bama means dry spell. Chris is from the same village as Barack Obama's grandfather whose name is now their family name. Chris was quite interested in politics and seemed to have quite a good understanding of many international issues.

After the ride I met back up with Ella and almost everyone from the group decided to have high tea at Elsamere. Elsamere is where Joy Adamson lived for much of her time in Africa, she wrote the book Born Free about a lion she hand raised called Elsa. Before the high tea we had to endure a horrible documentary on Joy's life. The video was probably from the 80's and had been played 10000 times so the quality was terrible. On top of that Joy's accent was near undecipherable (she was Austrian and Joy wasn't her real name). Eventually the video started skipping and making horrible noises so we fast forward to the end so we could eat.

The high tea was eaten in the back yard which had views of Lake Naivasha. The setting was very serene and of course beautiful as with many of the natural features of Africa.