OF ZEN SPACES AND SOLACE ESCAPES.

If  all beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit, for whatever happens to the beasts soon happens to man.All things are connected.-chief Seattle.

Need i expound  my reverence  for sunsets and still never ever get enough of them? I gather lots of intel on spaces that invoke my pursuit of awe, not mere awe but in quest of wanderlust .Am a true believer some may call it the cosmos, some creation others mothernature  but nothing beats opportunities a procrastinator cannot fathom but let's term it relating as some overlook it as cliche but a therapy and a realm only naturalists, wilderness brave hearts elope to its reward.

Word has  it that a renowned theatre of elephants stretched to Mombasa  road a few  proximity to the green hills of Africa before it's gazettement,depicted by one of the oldest curios since my childhood .My pursuit to the tallest freestanding snowcaped kibo and mawenzi or shira and uhuru peak is quite nostalgic only that i will be enjoying the views.Am talking unwinding country roads  evoking old memoirs of sky touching roads on amboseli outskirts .The cold breeze never fails to remind you of the trajectory or maybe a cold ale that depicts it's name would be a great souvenir.

Not only does the  twilight sundowner depict picturesque masterpieces that thrive time in memorial but also a strong cordial coexistence with the architects of this ecosystem, a secret of the tuskers where the related yellow barked harbour not that tenacity at least key indicators of high water table areas .From obsidian filled parcels and boulders two of jungle book harbour their best kept secrets of timeline odysseys, man and beast and this time the maa and the jumbos.

Just as the magical tree branches spread so is the roots, sourcing this from the mighty Kilimanjaro so does underground acquifiers and overground streams maintaining lush green zones that are indicators of my lead thanks to aloca conservancies and the stakeholders. 

As the driveways tracks  guide me lost in silhouettes a rude awakening is inevitable.Maybe a reminder of who runs things wild as a heap of jumbo spoor lies fresh to remind of the nocturnal neighborhood watch .strong enough to start a fire as the acacia branches are eminent a proof of the two .

As i swing the gates open the towering giants usher me to a realm , oblivious of the manicured serendipity i admire the decades thriving niloticas adjacent to the bushes as superb starlings, speckled mousebirds, pysches monkey dash aware of the jungle intruder who is lost in admiration.pursuing the country roads ,only those who go will know as echoes of my maa  buddy pitching my tent get more audible perhaps the custodian of this haven on a solo dolo endeavor but i admire his peaceful space i would call home not to get enough of it.Am ushered in with warm gestures something of the southern hospitality.

The feel just makes one just relaxed and to the contrast of outskirts, mucho appreciation to the curators and designers of such a gem teeming with squirrels, birdlife and a myriad of herbs as the mazeras pathways lead to spaces harbouring essence of existence.In admiration i sit at a spot soaking in the tranquility and serendipity as the niloticas replicates a masterpiece on my sundowner magical moment.

Dusk fall is setting as per my bunduz culture and bush wisdom am endowed,i join my maa friend as we go fetch some old tree trunks which would serve us  for my favorite moment i cherish over a cosy flame and banter here maasai call it lomon which is a catch up. I love my buddies organization in such here knows his ways and where he gathered what.This takes some mastery of some which doesn't come in a day.

My host culture of hosting is cosy and really authentic as i help set the sitting area at the fireplace as i  am elated how the place comes to life as the  tinders and embers burn slowly burn slowly to an ambience of the nocturnal bush sounds of cricket's and jungle solitude.

As the flame burns slow i take time to catch up with my host as i put my culinary skills over the open island setting. Good vibes and good food moments as i learn a few things of this gem, onteppesi a maa name of a tree that serves many uses, the acacia nilotica a reflection of where i am.Every moment is priceless as we catch up over banter as experience is exquisite.

Time flies as we almost sit the night to the bonfire and so a peaceful night rest is essential in an outdoor setting as i bid goodbye retiring to my tent.

I  must say i had the most peaceful sleep waking up to ambience of birds as sunrise lightens my mood,time for an alfresco bush breakfast as we catch up by the lounge.I couldn't help notice two patrolling guests perched on line a bunduz way am talking two folk tailed drongos as i enjoy my lazy Sunday.

In this edge of the world am spoilt for choice as this space offers alot of activities, i pitch my hammock as i drift in meditation as am briefed of an adventure proximity as the camp has bikes , what beats the zeal of an upclose experience with wildlife on an afternoon bike ride.

I adore the harmony with nature as i have to credit the camp's eco friendly approached as i explore other areas of the camp i didn't know exist . Sustainability is key and this haven will make you extend your stay as i soak up in my sundowner bliss not planning to leave .

By Saitabau Castro.