Monday, July 29, 2013

Kora - Where is that? And why am I going there?

Kora: Where to start?

Maybe an introduction to my brother, Jamie (Brother Jim):

Sadly Mugie, his lion was killed by hyeanas in May 2013


So where is Kora? 

Kora National Park lies adjacent to Meru National Park. It is 1,788 square kilometres. The map below gives you an idea of where it is in relation to Nairobi and Nakuru (where my parents live).


George Adamson lived and worked in Kora, rehabilitating lions and protecting the ever diminishing wildlife from poachers before he was killed by Somali shifta (bandits/poachers) in August 1989. This poem commemorates his life:



Before you read anything that I will write, have a look at this website to see some of the fabulous photos that were taken of George Adamson when he was alive.
 http://www.fatheroflions.org/GeorgeAdamson_Photos_VM.html

and if you find this blog interesting then keep posted on the park and its happenings on this website: http://www.georgeadamson.org/kora

As for me .... I'm going to keep a record of the 40 days I spend here with my brother ... so keep following!  

I leave tomorrow for two days driving up there in Brother Jim's 101 Land Rover ...

Kora here I come ...


Like Kora National Park on facebook ....



The start of the diary I planned to keep ..

Day One
Not sure if one can really count this as day one as this was the day we spent on the road to get here. We left Carnelley’s at Lake Naivasha at about 10am and took the White Sisters road that runs along the side of the Kingangop to Thinka where we stopped for supplies before heading to Mwingi on a pretty amazing road.
In Mwingi we picked up huge amounts of fruit and veg and in the gathering dusk we reached Kuyso where we stopped for a nice milky cup of tea that was much needed.
From Kyuso to Kampi ya Simba (Jamie’s base camp in Kora) was another 4 hours in the dark. By the time we reached camp it was 11pm. Zachary and  (his camp staff) has made us ugali and goat meat and chai ya kinyeji which was more than welcome.
Then began the hunt for the keys that would let us into Jamie’s room! Finally Jim fount them and by half midnight we were tucked up in bed and sleeping soundly.
Day Two
A nice lie in was much appreciated before I got up to have a look around camp. July/August are generally the coldest months and true to form the wind was gusty and the sky covered in clouds which made for a lovely day in this semi-desert area of Kora.
Camp is all fenced in for eventually lions will be prowling the bush. Kampi ya Simba was George Adamson’s base camp in the fight against poachers and livestock grazers who use the park where and when they can. All animals have been poached at some point or another and many no longer live in the vast wilderness that is Kora National Park. Now the big targets are elephant, as ivory is worth huge dollars on the international market. Rhino, eland, grevey and burchells zebra, leopard, lion, tana red colobus, skyes monkeys (almost), hirola and others are no longer found here. Giraffe, buffalo, lesser kudu, desert warthog and impala are only found in single numbers now.  A few years ago, over two years without rain meant that even the hardier species like dik-dik, bush-buck and reed-buck were badly hammered.
Now KWS and the George Adamson Wildlife Fund, along with many other kind donors have come together to try to build Kora back into the park wilderness it should be. There are plans to fence the entire area so as species can be reintroduced and populations nurtured back to health.
Population growth has meant that park boundaries all over the world are being encroached upon and Kora is no exception. Often communities here have hundreds of head of livestock and the old ways that meant resources were used wisely have disappeared. Overgrazing, land mismanagement and pure greed (livestock ownership is a sign of wealth) have meant that come the dry season each year grazing is almost impossible to find and communities bring their livestock to graze in the park.
But technology, with most people having access to mobile phones, mean that poachers can recruit ready volunteers in the hunt for ivory and bush-meat. Often the ivory from one elephant equates to ten years of earnings for the guy on the ground and he sees no reason why we should conserve. He earns nothing from tourism, there is no real need for his children to see elephant as his dream is to move to the city and often to achieve material wealth.
But poaching is so absolutely massive now and so threatening of the heritage of Africa that the fight back must be strong. And Kora is the front line in that fight.    

Sunday, July 28, 2013

The Camp and its Surrounds

The scenery around Kora is fabulous - when we went it was dry season so not so much green! Some of the photos in this blog are from Leonie and some are from me .... ENJOY

The Rivers


 


 
 

The Rocks


 

The Roads

And from the air



 

Saturday, July 27, 2013

The Many Moods of Kora Rock

Kora Rock dominates the view from the camp, it's bulk stands dark against the setting sun or golden in the morning light. Often a jet leaves its trail above and sometimes the blue hue highlights its rocky crevices.




Friday, July 26, 2013

What we got up to ...


I'll let the captions describe the happenings!

Jamie drove us up there in the good old 101. Took us 13 hours!

Overlooking camp and the lion pens

At Kora Rapids for afternoon tea

A walk along the river

The boys caught catfish for dinner

Leonie, a friend from Oz, looks out over MMBA (Miles and Miles of Bloody Africa)

James building a raft for the fish that we hoped the fisheagle would dive for - it did!

Me - hard at work writing my book

Leonie on the slack line - Kora Rock behind

Sometimes you need binoculars that are just a bit bigger

Roll practice in the river at Kora Rapids

Jamie

James
And me protecting them - in case of a croc attack!


And then it's just time to relax

Of Squirrels, Lizards and Birds

Mama Ngina is the ostrich that comes round to visit a few times a week from the airstrip where she lives, 2km away. The hornbills, of whom Junior is our favorite, visit the mess often while the birdbath attracts weavers, queleas, golden bellied starlings, bablers, ravens, parrots and agamas.









This raven is burying an egg in the sand that he stole from the kitchen!

Thursday, July 25, 2013