11/10/2026
A friend told me before I left that Kenya would be spiritually mind-blowing. I rolled my eyes at the time — that's not really my language. Three weeks in, standing up in the back of a Land Cruiser with the wind properly in my hair for the first time in longer than I can remember, I had to admit she wasn't wrong.
I'm back the better part of a month now. Long enough that the jet lag's a distant memory, though if I'm honest it's taken me longer than it should have to actually sit down and write this. Wellington's loud again, the way it always is once you've been somewhere quiet.
One thing I noticed the whole way through — our guide never once made a show of the work. He knew where the elephants would cross before we saw the dust. He'd have the vehicle in position, engine off, before anyone thought to ask. You only notice how much is being managed on your behalf once you stop having to think about it at all.
That's the same thing Greg, Todd, David, or Janet have been quietly doing on this end for thirty-six years, while I was busy admiring someone else's version of it on the other side of the world. Car in position. Nothing announced. You just arrive, and it's already sorted.
It's been a while since some of you have been in one of ours. If you've got something coming up - a flight, someone to collect, a week you'd rather not think about the logistics of — just reply and tell me what it is. I'll get you sorted, same as always.
