A walk from our lakeside camp took us up through the edge of the village and into wilder country beyond. The diversity of bird life was impressive from tiny warblers to larger and bolder species such as the Jackson’s hornbill, which also frequented the camp and scavenged for crumbs. The dragonflies too put on quite a show perching on high branches like the violet and red-veined dropwings or hugging the ground, waiting for small flies put up by our feet, as with the banded groundling. Our guide showed us a black scorpion and a carpet viper and other, unknown, lizards scuttled away or, on one occasion, caused a commotion amongst a group of birds.
The route took us over dried out streams and eventually over the main road north, the only traffic being a group of camels being driven south. Eventually we came to the base of the cliff, an impressive escarpment formed by local faulting as part of the rift valley. We climbed a rough path over the first rough ridge and then descended again down a little valley. Rock hyraxes sat around on the shattered rocks, disappearing safely into rocky crevices at any sign of danger: these odd animals are surprisingly related to elephants though look more like large Guinea pigs. We emerged again to find a pair of ostriches, quietly eating, before returning to camp, some two hours later than expected.
That evening we went on another walk with plenty more birds to be seen including a distant osprey and some well hidden nightjars waiting for the approaching dusk. We returned beneath a huge rainbow just missing the thundery downpour as it skirted to the east.