Baskadia

On looking through the map I spot one of the areas that I didn't recently visited which was one of the precious places of hiking for birds watching. It's a large forested paradise for most of variety of birds both local and migrants from other parts.

I boreded a bornfire safari and journeyed to Arabuko sokoke where I reserved one of the eastern prestigious serene campsite. The camp was workers were quite busy hence, the receptionist welcomed me warmly like a president by helping carrying my merchandised luggage leading me forward to the briefing guests room. It was cool and luxurious for refreshing soul and mind after a tiresome journey.

After refreshing myself with a glass of lemon juice I decided to roam around the camp surroundings in and out of the camp compound while enjoying the chirping and whistling of different birds. The sounds of birds was harmonic to my ear's while it glorify my moods. The day was ahead while the sun was setting to the West kissing the earth good night, I dropped down to the camp area for some refreshment.

Having by-passed the campground in camp so I could get to Perce quickly, I was a day a head of schedule. Stretched out in my beach chair with a beer in the cup holder, I was quite content to make that night up right here. I would have most of the morning to explore more of what Arabuko sokoke has to offer.

The path weaves through the woods never far from the road. The deeper I go into reserve, the more I start to gawk in surprise. I had no clue the Chic-Chocs towered to such high altitudes. Impressive for Eastern woodland I stop where there are views and take photos out the truck window.

I leafed through the visitor guide, impressed with the full page colour aerial shot of the forestline. A nice looking place. I read each hiking trail blurb, and narrowed tomorrow's outings down to two.

At the river bottom is a sign pointing towards a terraced stream. I pause beside it. The water trickling over each earthy mound has a calming effect and I enjoy the moment exhaling a long heavy breath.

Stream terraces

The wooden boardwalk takes over, ensuring visitors stay on track and don't wander off, disturbing the sensitive ecology of the area. I can hear the falls now. The boardwalk ends, depositing me at the tree line and another 50 meters to the alluvial river bank. The breadth of falls is almost too big to fit in my view finder, and I back away down stream to get the full picture.

Minutes later I am joined by a solo man, then a family with young children. The youngsters climb around on the large rocks and balance-walk on a fallen log. I was lucky to have had a few moments with the falls all to myself but with more people arriving, it is time from me to leave. I placed my bag behind shoulders and stride hurriedly to the truck which we drove back to the camp.

Finally, I was attended for a debriefing clearance for returning to my destination meanwhile, deciding to leave a tip on the tipbox and thereafter, I got into the truck and returning to home. It was quiet an amazing safari.