I wake up because of splashing sounds outside of the tent. We are hoping for hippos but disappointed, because it turns out to be a local, who is fishing with a small net, that he now withdraws from the muddy water near the shore. He has undressed to his underwear and walks back and forth through the water to collect all ends of his net.
When he pulls it onto the land, I am surprised to see a dozen or more small fish he dumps in the green grass. No sooner does he return to the water to replace his net, or a group of storks descends from the trees and starts to go after the fish flipping in the grass.
A soft 'Shoo! Shoo!' scares them away.
He throws back the small ones, puts his clothes back on, and walks off with his catch.
And so begins our morning...
I take a a long cold shower because the wood stove that heats the warm water has not been lit yet. The climate is much like Holland, cool and refreshing. No wonder they can grow roses and cut flowers here. But it makes for a shivering shower.
Our vacation is reaching it's end, and we spend time rearranging all our equipment, to separate ours from the rented, and also to determine what is hand and what is check in luggage.
Then we spend the rest of the morning boating along the shore of lake Navaisha. We have rented a boat and driver, and we take in the sights of lots of birds and hippos.
Already in Ngorongoro were told that the belly of a hippo is pink, and we can now confirm that. On a small island lies an extended hippo family, and one patriarch on top and on his side proudly displays his pink belly.
Amazing that these blobs of fat can swim as fast as our boat at full speed.
About the aggression of hippos it seems not as extreme as often described. I have even seen movies of hippos coming off the shore to attack small boats. And  fishermen will avoid the Nile shores at night.
But here we come close to them, and the fisherman this morning was wading through the water where hippos abound. Strange.
After taking in storks, cormorants, herons, spoonbills, igrits, holy ibis and even one pink flamingo, we return to the campsite.
One thing that remains in my mind is the sad sight of the abandoned greenhouses. The metal structures are still standing, but all plastic is removed. Tall weeds grow where flowers should be cultivated. It's a broken dream. And the investment couldn't even be sold for cheap to a competitor. No, it was simply left behind. So sad...
Then we start for Nairobi, where we arrive in the afternoon. We lose considerable time looking for our hotel. It should be downtown, but at the location there is nothing there. Booking.com is somehow way off. We call and are informed it's off Mombasa road, far away.
We give up on the hotel and drive to the Airport Landing hotel, where Chruus and Mariles stayed when we went to the USA.
We check in, and then drive to the Carnivore for a farewell dinner.
Lots of meat, from many animals, a cozy but exotic atmosphere. I wish all of Nairobi was more like the Carnivore: simple but clean and decorated more exotically than now, when concrete dominates.
In the dark we drive to the hotel. Tomorrow we return to Europe...