26 February 2013

Kitty scared the sheep away

During a leisurely ramble in the hills of our little island I had the pleasure of stalking these sheep.  How close could I get?  Closer...closer... closer (snap snap snap went the camera)... as I neared, they began to huddle, they stopped their chewing, and they stared me down.  Could I possibly pet one?  Were they going to charge me?  Eat my camera for lunch?  Then out of nowhere Kitty (a fellow rambler) ran up and scared them away.  Thanks a lot Kitty.  Who knows what could have happened?  This post is for you.  

18 February 2013

16 February 2013

13 February 2013

The Green Man

The Green Man crosses streets even when the Red Man says no (yes, it's a bit dangerous that).  He snacks on cucumbers, celery, and the occasional avocado.  He leaves each morning and returns home each evening through the green door, below.  Sometimes a green balloon follows him throughout his day.  I like to think he would be good friends with the girl from the last post if they lived on the same continent. 

05 February 2013

Girl in Red

I love this girl's style.   and her grin. 

04 February 2013

Prayer Flag Bike

 Some of you probably know I have a thing for bikes.  We call it Bike Lust.  And I'll be the first to admit it's not always healthy.  Symptoms include whiplash ('whoa, did you see that's guy's bike?!'), compulsive searching (and hitting refresh) on the craigslist/gumtree bike section... and then there's spontaneous tear generation (aka STG syndrome) when one sees a bike like this.  Spotted outside of School of Oriental and African Studies--of course.  Peace.

02 February 2013

Dad Catches a Trout on the Equator

Mt Kenya has to be one of the most beautiful places in the world.  Nestled around 10,000 feet on the northeast side there is a small cabin in complete seclusion next to Rutundu Lake.  The only thing you hear there is the wind, birds, the occasional zebra or elephant.  And the beckoning trout.

After putting on some wooly buggers (aka thin mints) and piling into the little dinghy we slowly trolled around the perimeter in expectation.  It wasn't looking good.  Uncle B, my dad and I were losing hope.  The light was fading fast and there was no sign of life in the little pond.  'Let out more line,' our guide said with a wink.  

Just as the sun began to fade behind the hillside in front of us, WHAM-O!, Dad hooked one.  It was a tense but joyous few minutes while he delicately reeled her in.  Oh the color!  Still not sure if our trout was bigger than Prince William's, but I tend to think so.  It was certainly one of the best feasts we'd ever had and as the night grew cold around us, we cozied around the fire and sunk into a dreamy food coma.