Off again at about 9.30 and for miles and miles and miles we travelled the track cut through the bush by Galton Fenzi about 2 years ago. We saw some buck and three giraffe after which we saw nothing. The only signs of life was an occasional settlement and a few natives who look as though they had been dipped in ink. One collection of huts we came across were like beehives built on piles, why piles in this waterless area? Can it be scorpions I wonder? We had determined to lunch on the other side of the Tsavo Bridge, that far famed much talked about obstacle and all unexpectedly we arrived there and though we had been told that a new one was completed luckily for us the water was low as no sign of the new erections was visible. We paused and then plunged! In mid stream is set a rickety narrow and most miscellaneous collection of logs and sticks over which we leapt, plunging on the further side into the stream beyond and up a high steep bank. We and Major T succeeded, not so Gray whose motor refused and stuck midway. Eventually as we watched they bounded clear and reached safely. We then lunch and here we sit at Voi where we spend the night.
Leaving Voi at about 8 we arrived at Mombasa at 5. The road was rough, the last part from Kwale through big country, steep hills and hairpin bends and at one place we had to cross a long narrow bridge which did not please me. The scenery was lovely, huge forest trees and as we neared Mombasa the ubiquitous Baobab appears, that strangely malformed effort of nature. The last lap was a ferry to the island and there we all assembled at the Manor Hotel.
It has so often been my fate to arrive or depart upon a 13th that I look upon this coincidence as a good omen for here we are at Malinid after a run of close on 700 miles with only 3 punctures, one broken spring leaf and one bent steering rod. We pushed off at 11 and for 70 miles the road lies along a narrow leafy lane such as one often finds at Home. We lunched en route by the shady roadside, crossing 3 more ferries and finding on arrival a large house with ample accommodation for us all. Malinidi is a tiny little Arab village with a D.C. and not much else. We got busy and set up our beds, scratched together a supper and so to bed.
Our first day being over I must write a description of our house and surroundings. Formerly a rubber planter lived here I believe and it is a big barrack of a place with four large bedrooms and one huge dwelling room. At the back a grove of palm and mango trees and in front the sea shore and the blessed sea in which we have been disporting ourselves. We bathed before breakfast, again before tea and now all the others have gone to have a third dip before supper. For this meal a la parts of Kenya we get into our night attire and kimonos ready to slip into bed.
Violent storms swept over us early this morning but we got in our early bathe all right and are busy learning to surfboard, most terrifying at first as the waves are enormous. This morning I wandered up the shore and found some quite good shells, while Gray, Thorp and the girls have gone fishing and Pink is off bug hunting.
Pink returned for lunch, not so the others who never came back until 4. They left the car as they thought well up in safety and on their return found the sea all round it so had to abandon it and walk home, arriving here drenched to the skin and burnt a deep purple!
September 16th, Monday
After a really fearful night of storms the men went off to dig out the car. They found her half buried but with the aid of two passers by managed to extract her and struggled home along the sand. The weather cleared and Nootie and I went to the village for shopping and called in at the P.O. but found nothing. We bathed twice with many shrieks but the sea is rough here and one gets battered to pieces. After tea we drove to B Bay, white sanded palm fringed and no breakers and we think to bathe there one day in order to get a swim for swim in the breakers one cannot.
After a quiet night we awoke to further torrents. It rains here in a truly tropical way, sheets, and we are bemoaning our fate. However the day cleared and we were able to get out shopping. In the evening walking we met a white female, and on introducing herself we found she was the wife of the Govt schoolmaster in charge of the Arab School. She has asked us up to tea.