Since we have a few days in Nairobi waiting for Janet’s passport and the fact that it is the rainy season and Nairobi is a trifle wet, we decided to drive the 200k to the Ambocelli National Park.Now bear in mind that we get our information either from books or from travellers going in the opposite direction to us, but one Swiss couple absolutely raved about Ambocelli, placing it third in their list of must see sites in Africa.Well there’s nowt so queer as folk as they say in that Premiership City of Kingston Upon Hull, and we can refine that by saying “there’s nowt so queer as Swiss folk”We have learned to be a little sceptical about the ravings of some people after one bloke sent us 250k out of our way in Morocco to see a hot spring full of thick green slime, but it was hard to fathom where the Swiss were coming from on this one. They do say that the Swiss have the highest suicide rate in the world because there lives are too well regulated, and they suffer from terminal boredom, but anyone who could get excited about seeing animals in ones and twos about 300 yards away and every 50 kilometres must be close to self destruction.Further, going to a swamp in the middle of the rainy season is not the best way of taking a break, and true to form, as we got into the heart of the swamp, the rains bucketed down, and roads that we had travelled in on became impassable. In short we were getting stuck.We tried a few roads out and each time we had to turn back, and once foolishly we left the marked road and discovered very quickly why this was called a swamp. Within 10 yards we had sunk up to the axle.There followed a lot of hard digging and fortunately our waffle boards were just the right equipment for getting out of mud. They are heavier than sand ladders and they don’t sink, so we managed to get back on the road.

Sometimes you have to believe that there is a god, and after following a very