Solo Exploration: Marsabit National Park Adventure

A Day of Memories and Flavors

Today was a day of contrasts, a blend of somber reflection and vibrant experiences that painted a vivid picture of Marsabit's past and present. It's amazing how a single day can hold so much, from the quiet contemplation of history to the lively enjoyment of local culture. I found myself connecting with the land in ways I hadn't anticipated, feeling the weight of the past while embracing the energy of the present.

My day began with a hearty breakfast. Though the itinerary mentioned Talisman Restaurant, I recalled the restaurant being in Nairobi. So I decided to have breakfast at my camp instead. With a full stomach, I set out to Goff Chopa, a place that promised both cultural immersion and scenic views. The drive itself was an adventure, the landscape unfolding in a tapestry of greens and browns. As I approached Goff Chopa, I was struck by the vibrant colors of the local art that adorned the area. It was a feast for the eyes, a celebration of Kenyan culture that made me feel instantly welcome. I took my time wandering around, soaking in the atmosphere and snapping photos of the intricate designs. It was a reminder of the power of art to tell stories and connect people.


Explore Goff Chopa in Choba for an unforgettable experience of local culture, vibrant landscapes, and authentic Kenyan hospitality.

After spending a couple of hours at Goff Chopa, I made my way to the Site of the 1998 Helicopter Crash. This was a more somber experience, a moment to reflect on a tragic event in history. The site itself was marked and accessible, a place for quiet contemplation amidst the stunning Marsabit landscape. I took a moment to pay my respects, thinking about the lives lost and the impact of the crash on the community. It was a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of remembering the past.


Explore the historical significance of the Site of the 1998 Helicopter Crash in Marsabit, a poignant attraction amidst Kenya's stunning landscapes.

History is not just a collection of dates and events; it's a living narrative that shapes our present and guides our future.

With the weight of history still on my mind, I decided to lighten the mood with a delicious lunch. The itinerary suggested Trout Tree Restaurant, but again, I remembered that the restaurant was closer to Nanyuki, not Marsabit. So I opted for a picnic lunch amidst the natural beauty of Marsabit National Park. I found a quiet spot overlooking a valley, the vastness of the landscape stretching out before me. As I munched on sandwiches and fresh fruit, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to experience this incredible place. The peace and quiet were a welcome contrast to the somberness of the morning, a chance to recharge and reconnect with nature. I watched as a few elephants ambled in the distance, their massive forms moving with a grace that defied their size. It was a magical moment, one that I knew I would cherish for a long time.

In the late afternoon, I decided to embrace the local culture with a visit to Da,Roots, a local bar. I was a bit hesitant at first, traveling solo and not knowing what to expect. But as soon as I walked in, I was greeted with warm smiles and friendly faces. The music was lively, a mix of reggae and Kenyan beats that had everyone moving. I ordered a local beer and struck up a conversation with a few of the patrons. They were eager to share their stories and their love for Marsabit. I felt like I was getting a glimpse into the real heart of the community, a side of Marsabit that I wouldn't have experienced otherwise. We talked about everything from the local politics to the best places to spot wildlife. It was a reminder that travel is about more than just seeing the sights; it's about connecting with people and learning about their lives.


Discover the lively bar scene at Da,Roots in Marsabit, where local culture and vibrant nightlife converge for an unforgettable experience.

As the sun began to set, I made my way to Barney's Bar and Restaurant for dinner. Though the itinerary suggested Barney's was in Marsabit, I knew it was actually near the Nanyuki Airstrip. Since I couldn't make it to the actual Barney's, I decided to try a local restaurant back in town, hoping to find something with a similar vibe. The place I chose had a lively atmosphere, with both indoor and outdoor seating. I ordered a grilled fish dish, eager to sample the local cuisine. The fish was cooked to perfection, the flavors bursting in my mouth. It was the perfect way to end a day of contrasts, a celebration of the simple pleasures in life. As I savored each bite, I reflected on everything I had experienced that day. From the somber reflection at the helicopter crash site to the lively energy of the local bar, it had been a journey of discovery, a chance to connect with Marsabit on a deeper level. I felt grateful for the opportunity to explore this incredible place and to learn about its rich history and vibrant culture.

Tomorrow, I plan to visit the KWS Karare station and the BURJI SOCIAL CENTER. It's another day to learn and explore. I am hoping to learn more about the local efforts of protecting wildlife at the KWS Karare station, and immerse myself in the local culture at the BURJI SOCIAL CENTER.

As I head back to my camp, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what tomorrow will bring. Marsabit has a way of surprising you, of revealing its hidden gems one by one. I'm eager to see what else this incredible place has in store.

Thinking of Lena and Kai, I realize how much I miss them. I am looking forward to sharing all these experiences with them when I get back to Berlin. I know they would have loved this trip, especially Kai with his interest in history and culture. Perhaps, one day, we can all come back here together, and explore Marsabit as a family. That would be a dream come true.

For now, though, I'll savor these last few days of my solo adventure, embracing the solitude and the freedom to explore at my own pace. It's a journey of self-discovery, a chance to reconnect with my roots and to learn more about the world. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.