My 1985 Toyota Landcruiser can’t swim. So when the mud-coloured lake that was once a road started pouring through my doors I knew it was time to get the heck outta there. Our only alternative route was through the mud. The thought of spending the next couple of days stuck 20 km from nowhere was forefront in my mind.
We ultimately landed safely at our destination in northern Kenya to survey nesting cliffs of Ruppell’s Vultures. Naively, I hadn’t feared the journey. I was told the final leg would be on the ‘new’ road to Opiroi. Seventeen kilometers took 2.5 hours. Ouch! I’ve lived over a decade in Kenya, but surely this ‘new’ road reached new lows. After nearly an hour spent in first gear, I dared not stare at the sheer drop into oblivion out my window. My guide, noting my squeamishness, said with a laugh, ‘Now THIS is Africa’.
Driving on the slow train to nowhere did allow me to fully absorb the irony of the scenery. Endless green, rising mist, and vast mountains amid a landscape surrounded by Acacia trees, thirsty camels, and wrinkled people.
The following day I knew I was in trouble. Our team had grown to include five largely young Samburu men, and me, a middle-aged, largely sedentary arm-chair biologist. One thing you soon get to know about pastoralist people, you never ask them for directions. They will always tell you, ‘it is not far’. For them a four hour walk is a stroll in the park that would take you eight hours to complete.
Our destination was up, up, up. Vultures don’t nest on hills. You’d be better off donning a Spiderman costume and playing the part. The half-day slog was well worth it. From our rooftop vantage point we discovered nests, eggs and fluffy vulture chicks. We also confirmed the perils of being nature’s numero uno scavenger. As history has shown, predators and people largely don’t mix. Unfortunately it’s the scavengers who bear the brunt of this conflict by consuming carcasses laced with poisons that kill indiscriminately. Nature’s premiere cleaning crew deserve an environment free from highly toxic pesticides and other harmful chemicals, and so do we.