This morning I got up early and Dave took me down to meet the shuttle at the Impala hotel in town. I bordered the shuttle and off I went to Nairobbery. The shuttle took about an hour to get to the Namanga border, which compared to the Beitbridge border bulls***, was beyond efficient. The guy on the Kenyan side even said to me, Your passport is filling fast, I will only put a stamp for you. (instead of the full page sticker) Thank you, much appreciated, I said.

The drive into Nairobi was fine, until we got to the outskirts and we hit Friday night, Christmas traffic which we were stuck in for a good two hours. I finally got dropped in town and had to find the right money exchange to collect my funds. I vaguely remember Dave saying, Try not to look like a lost tourist. Well Dave, if you won't let me get a cab to the campsite to drop off my stuff and I have no instructions on how to get where I'm supposed to go, of course I'm going to look like a lost tourist!

Its funny how just about when you're ready to sit down on the pavement and quit life, you find what you're looking for, that's when I found the money exchange and collected my funds. I then went off to find a place called Planet Safari's so I could pay them some money. I was hassled to with in an inch of my life, but I remembered my tactic from Egypt. Be calm, they are like the buzzing off flies.

I made it to the Safari company, paid the money and then went and had some lunch, by now it was about 5pm and this was my first meal so I was starving. I had left my bag at the safari company so I could eat in peace, so I had to go back and retrieve it. The guy at the safari place insisted on helping me get a cab out to the Wildebeest campsite, and after the day I had just had I let him help me.

Unfortunately, he told the cab driver the wrong hotel and I then had to direct the rather old man to the campsite using google maps on my phone, as usual he wouldn't listen to me. The age old problem of being and young woman and trying to direct a local guy around his own city. The traffic was horrendous and the road was terrible, the camp was down a rather long deserted, flooded bumpy road. I finally arrived and got into a massive fight with the guy about the price, granted it wasn't totally his fault because the idiot at the safari company had told him the wrong hotel. None the less the wrong hotel was just around the corner from where I'd gotten the cab and it doesn't cost 1000 shillings to go that far.

He wanted to charge me 2000 so I went off my head, he called the guy at the safari company and put him on to me (what this was supposed to achieve is beyond me) I went off my head at him too, a real toys out pram moment. I'm really starting to get the hang of really standing up for myself. I think both the cab driver and the security guard at the campsite were terrified. The security guard eventually said, you pay him 1000 and he will get the rest of the guy at the company. Yeah you do that, I said to the cab driver.

I watched him drive away and the securtity guard said, May I take you to reception now? What's this? Helpfulness. Shock horror. That would be lovely, I said. I walked into the camp and immediately heard thousands of frogs croaking. It was a wonderful sound that totally drowned out the noise of the awful city. There was an amazing flood lit pool in the centre of the site that had a huge bare tree reflected in the moonlight. Lanterns hung along the paths and metal floodlit statues of Wildebeest were everywhere. It was a veritable paradise in one of the world's biggest s*** holes.

I went up to the bar and checked in and someone showed me to my dorm, which was a large tent with six real beds, with clean sheets, fluffy doonas and big pillows on them. I nearly said, good night to the guy right then and there. I went back to the bar and the owner came out to say hello.

I went and had a look around and was really impressed with the place. I can't even imagine why we don't stay here usually instead of Indaba, down the road. The place where in 2010 I had been charge to sleep in a makeshift dorm made out of a shipping container. The price here for the amazing dorm I was now in was exactly the same! I asked the guy showing me around if anyone else was actually staying in the dorm. No, he said, Alan shooed them all into another room because he knew you were coming. I remember the way they had treated me at Kerogwe not two days ago, the difference was amazing. Tell Alan, he's my hero, I said. I resolved to make a big deal of this place when I got back to Arusha, we should be staying here, it's awesome in every way.

Before going to bed, I went and had a drink on the decking and looked at the small lake and listened to the frogs and calmed myself down and relaxed. I then went back to my room and watched TV for a bit before going to bed. Before I went to bed I pinched another doona off one of the other beds and another pillow. It was so heavenly in that bed that I just wanted to savor it for as long as possible, I didn't even want to go to sleep, I just wanted to lay there and enjoy the comfort. Finally, though I let myself go to sleep, unfortunately I have to be up at 5:30am…..my only dreams would have been of a sleep in.