The noise of a helicopter landing in the adjacent field woke us early and we sat around nursing cups of tea as our French comrades finally checked out. After a relaxed start where Charlie took very little persuasion to whip up another batch of pancakes we spent a very relaxed morning by the pool.

Charlie and I created noodle salad for lunch before setting off for the waterfall with our guide from the campsite. The walk took an hour or so and we followed the ravine deep into the mountains. We ended up cross-crossing the stream every few hindered metres resulting in a stubbed toe, lacerated pinky and general sore feet. Eventually we arrived at a floral overhang and stripping down to bathing costumes we headed upstream.

The sandy bottom lead us through the curtains of spray to a raging torrent coarsing over a rock face just 3m above us. The current and undertow was incredible as Charlie and I attempted to swim against the current, repeatedly being thrown out towards the rocks, but eventually we managed to claw our way into a rocky crevice behind the waterfall and used to GoPro to full effect!

We descended the incredible gorge and emerged as evening sunlight filled the Rift Valley which opened up beneath us. We wandered back to the campsite, dodging numerous children and settled into the bars seats for a well earned beer at the end of our dusty walk home.

After s quick shower and change we were ready for supper and assembled in the bar for a few hands of cards and a plate of popped corn whilst sceruptisciously topping up our tonic waters with gin from PR3.

Supper was excellent and we've fed up playing a new card game which finally resulted in Charlie bellowing 'TANZANIA' to the tune of Awimoweh after all of the other silent middle aged couples were asleep. The roads roared and maurice, our pet bat enjoyed feasting on the mosquitos which pillaged bob's pantalooned limbs. Bed was inevitable but it was nessecary for the next day which would take us towards the Serengetti.