Yesterday at lunch one of the volunteers mentioned that they lived really close to Meru National Park, but would probably never make it there.
"I'm going there tomorrow" I told them. I had plans to take Alexia.
"Wait what? Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I'm taking my little sister. Would you want to come with us?"
"Alright, let me just call my host dad. Only catch is you'll have to deal with my four-year-old sister all day."
"That's fine, we're teachers. We spend all of our time with kids."
When I got home I asked Stephen if I could take the Land Cruiser because I knew my car would never make it over the bumpy unpaved roads of the park. He said it was broken but that I could take the office car. There was no way I was going to learn how to drive a stick shift on the way to the park. He told me I shouldn't have any problem with the car I usually drive.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes it will be alright."
"I don't know. It might not be. I mean last weekend everyone had to get out of the car whenever we got to a speed bump. If the park is anything like Samburu, we'll never make it."
"It will be alright. If you need anything, just whistle!" (He's always telling me to whistle, too bad I've never mastered that skill...)
Well, it turned out not to be alright and I spent the better part of 11 hours swearing at rocks and potholes. Can't complain though, we had a great trip and I was grateful to be able to drive the car there.