Saturday 15 December 2018

The Further adventures of Marty and Gillian the Motorcyling giraffes: Story 13 Marty and the Presidents



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The further adventures of Marty and Gillian the motorcycling Giraffes Story 13

Marty and the presidents

 After a few years of living and working in the great African city of Nairobi and travelling the world and having marvellous adventures on his motorcycle, Marty and his wife Gillian returned to the Maasai Mara four years ago because Gillian was expecting their first baby and the Maasai Mara, with its magnificent open grasslands, bountiful supply of acacia trees and lots of other giraffes, is only place to raise a baby Giraffe.

Marty and Gillian’s son “Gregory Martin Giraffe” is  now  three years old and Marty and his family have quite and idealistic lifestyle, living with the other giraffes on the Maasai Mara with only thing to worry about is the occasional scary lion that might stray to close to the herd.

Marty still has his motorcycle that is parked under an acacia tree and is always kept beautifully clean and in pristine condition but Marty never rides it these days he is far too busy playing with his son and making sure his family is always safe from the scary lions.

But sometimes Marty does miss his home in the big city, his job as window cleaners assistant and all the good friends he made there, especially his and Gillian’s bests friends Peter and Gloria.  But most of all Marty missed going on adventures and often day dreamed of all the places he has visited and even more about the places he is yet to visit.

One day when Marty was cleaning his motorcycle under the hot east African sun he went into one of these daydreams.  Geraldine Giraffe, Marty’s sister, spotted the distant look in Marty’s eyes and moved gracefully up to her brother and whispered.

“Wake up Marty, you’re miles away again”

“Oh sorry” spluttered Marty “I was just uhh”

“I know what you were doing Marty” replied Geraldine “you were dreaming about your adventures again weren’t you? “  Before Marty could reply Geraldine added “listen little brother, I know you had a wonderful time living in the big city and whizzing around the world and that you saw things that most giraffe’s never get to see you and you must count yourself very lucky to have done so, but now you must also realise that you are very lucky to be here back on the Maasai Mara with a lovely wife and a wonderful son.  You are back home Marty where you belong and you must learn to love it here”

With that she turned tail and trotted back to the rest of the herd.  Marty never said a word he knew his big sister was right; in fact Geraldine was a very wise giraffe and was usually right.

Marty stood up and gave a whipped his long neck back and forth to give his head a good shake put a big smile on his face and went off to find Gillian and Gregory, and spent the rest of the day playing with his son and as the evening sun went down and Gregory fell asleep at Gillian’s feet, Marty snuggle up to his wife, rubbing necks and watching the stars rise across the darkening sky.

“Yes Geraldine was right I am a very lucky Giraffe” though Marty to himself.

 

Early the next morning looked out across the Mara and could see a small cloud of dust moving towards them at quiet high speed.

“What’s that daddy” asked Marty’s son Gregory.

“I think that’s a human’s jeep car coming this and kicking up a lot of dust, probably bringing tourists from countries a long way away, who like to see African animals”

“Will they be from some of the countries you went to on your adventures daddy” asked the little giraffe as he looked up admiringly at his father.  “Yes son quite probably” replied Marty.

But as the jeep got closer Marty could see that it wasn’t tourists from countries far away after all but his good friends, Peter and Gloria, from Nairobi.

Excitedly Marty shouts to his wife, “Gillian, Gillian, come quickly its Peter and Gloria coming to see us”

Gillian, who was busy eating twigs and leaves from the top of an acacia tree, quickly ran across to Marty.

“Oh it is” she cried “how wonderful its ages since Gloria and I have had good chat, I hope they have got little Martina with them”.

Soon the jeep pulled up alongside the giraffes with Peter and Gloria in the front seats and little Martina (who is now four years old) sat, strapped in her car seat, in the back.

There were big hugs and kisses all round as Peter and his family got out of the jeep

“Jambo my friend it is so good to see you again” said Marty with a big smile on his face “I have missed you and missed living in Nairobi”

“We have missed you too” replied Peter “And Nairobi certainly isn’t the same without out you two living there”

As Gillian and Gloria fussed over how cute little Gregory was and how much little Martina had grown.  Marty looked at Peter with slightly more serious face.

“Tell me my friend what has brought you all this way out to the Maasai Mara, is it bad news?”

“I don’t think so” replied Peter “but this letter was delivered to my window cleaner’s yard, it’s addressed to you and it’s from the State house, (the official residence of the Kenyan Parliament and the President of Kenya), I thought it might be important”

“Wow a letter from the state house, do you remember when we cleaned all their windows before and important meeting, I wonder why they are writing to me” said Marty.  “Yes I do remember that, now hurry up and open the letter so we can all find out what it is about” replied Peter.


“It’s from Mr Rono, the Government official who employed us to clean the State House windows,    and he says that President Kenyatta is holding a very special event and that the former President of the USA Barack Obama is going to be there and there is going to be a garden party at the state house to celebrate the visit and President Obama has specifically asked for me to be invited.  Look there is even a posh invite in the envelope” then Marty added proudly “I met President Obama in Los Angeles several years ago and he awarded me a medal”


“Oh how exciting you are a lucky giraffe Marty” squealed Gillian “I am very jealous I would love to go to a garden party at the state house.”

“Let me see that invite” said Gloria as she snatched out of Marty’s hoof, “just as I thought” she exclaimed “the invite it for Mary Giraffe plus 1, you are going to the garden party Gillian”

Gillian squealed with excitement and soon she and Gloria were chatting away about Gillian needing new hat for the day.

“So little brother” exclaimed Geraldine who had been listening to the whole conversation “it looks like you are in for a big adventure after all”

“I certainly am” replied Marty with biggest smile possible.

The next few days were filled with excitement as Marty and Gillian planned their big day out at the State house in Nairobi and all the other giraffes could not stop talking about it either.

“Fancy my little brother being invited to the state house” exclaimed Geraldine “I am so proud”   and her husband Gary grumbled about it giving Marty an excuse to start riding that noisy motorcycle again, but secretly he too was very proud that a giraffe from his herd has been invited to the statehouse.

Eventually the big day arrived and Gillian put her new hat into the top box in Marty’s motorcycle and climbed onto her little pink scoter and shouted to  Marty  who was busy saying goodbye to Gregory and telling him to behave for his Aunty Geraldine,   “Hurry up Marty it’s time to go,  bye Gregory Mummy will be back soon”

Gillian blew Gregory a kiss and started her scooter up and began to ride away, Marty ran up to his motorcycle and climbed aboard kick started the engine with a roar zoomed after Gillian.  Marty’s motorcycle is very fast so to wasn’t  long before he caught up with Gillian and they rode along side each other across the dusty Maasai Mara waving to the other animals as they went by (and keeping a close eye out for any scary lions)  until they eventually reached the road to Nairobi.

Marty and Gillian were very excited about their adventure so despite it being quite a long way from the Maasai Mara to Nairobi  it didn’t seem very long at all  before they arrived at the out skirts of the city.

They stopped their motorcycles on the side of the road to look at the city ahead of them , Marty sighed “ we did have a lot of adventures when we lived in the city didn’t we”  “Yes” replied Gillian “but now we have a lovely life in the Masai Mara with our beautiful family”

“That’s true” said Marty and revved up his motorcycle and shouted “let’s go the president is waiting” and off they shot back in the big city of Nairobi.

When they arrived at the State house, Mary and Gillian showed their invites and were taken into the beautiful garden area of the state house. They were told that the sequence of the day’s events was that while the garden party was going ahead there would be a meeting taking place inside the building featuring President Kenyatta and the presidents from Uganda and Tanzania was well as president Obama.  After this  President Kenyatta and President Obama would give a speech each and then they would mingle with the all the guests at the garden party when they would have chance to meet the presidents.

“Ohh how exciting “squealed Gillan, “Yes quite an adventure” Marty replied with a big smile on his face.

As Marty and Gillian wandered round the garden of the State House, chatting to the other guests while helping themselves to bowls of twigs and leaves (the only food that Marty and Gillian will eat) when Marty noticed that a group of officials including Mr Rono were all stood in a huddle talking excitingly.

“Mmm” thought Marty “there seems to be a problem”

As Marty walked a little closer to the huddle of officials he heard one exclaim “that it would be impossible for a car to get through the busy Nairobi traffic to pick them up and get them back here in time”.

“That gives me an idea” exclaimed and turned round and shouted “Marty come here”

Marty was already stood quite close so he just lowered his long neck so his head was level with Mr Rono and stated “I’m here”

“Excellent, we have a problem that I think you can solve.  The company supplying the PA system have forgotten to bring the microphones with the rest of the equipment and they are back in their shop on the other side of the City. Do you still have your motorcycle and do you have it with you?”

“I certainly do and it’s parked just over there” replied Marty

“Well then I am sure you can help” said Mr Rono “only a skilled motorcyclist could make it through the busy Nairobi traffic to ensure the microphones are in time for the presidents to deliver their speeches.”

“Just leave it to me” shouted Marty as he raced off towards his motorcycle, shouting to Gillian that he was on a special mission.

“Don’t worry” Mr Rono said to the rest of the officials” we have the fastest motorcyclist in all of Kenya on the case”

Soon Marty was on his motorcycle whizzing through the Nairobi streets, weaving in and out of the traffic and going so fast he was just a blur to anyone who saw him go by.  After a short while Marty finally arrived at the PA companies shop. Outside stood a shop worker with a box of microphones as Marty pulled up to the shop, the shop worker walked up to him and said.

“Jambo you must be Marty”

“How did you know is me?” asked Marty

“Well I was told to look out for a giraffe on a motorcycle and we don’t see many motorcycling giraffes around here”

“No” laughed Marty “I think my wife and I are the only two motorcycling giraffes in the world”

The shop worker , who was called Charles, put the box of microphones into the top box of Marty’s motorcycle and Marty jumped back on  shouted  “Asante,  kawahri “ (thank you, goodbye)to Charles and whizzed off back through the busy Nairobi streets all the way to the state house.

In no time at all Marty arrived back at the State House, Mr Rono   rushed up to Marty to collect the microphones and ran off to the stage shouting back over his shoulder “well done Marty you’ve saved the day.”

“Happy to help” smiled Marty and he set off to rejoin Gillian in the garden party.

Mr Rono then took to the stage and called for everyone’s attention as the presidents of Kenya, Uganda and Tanzania and the former president of the USA would all like to say a few words.

After the speeches were finished and the loud round of applause from the garden party guests had died down, Mr Rono announced that the presidents would now mingle with the garden party guests and hoped to be able to meet and to talk to as many of them as possible.

As Marty and Gillian were enjoying the lovely atmosphere of the garden party they were approached by the President Obama.

“Well Marty we meet again, if I remember rightly last time was in Los Angeles and you were the hero that day as well.”

“Not really a hero sir” replied Marty bashfully.

“Nonsense of course you are” said President Obama you then asked who the lovely lady Marty was with was.   Marty introduced Gillian to President Obama

“Very pleased to meet you Gillian, it’s nice to hear Marty has settled down and has such a lovely wife.” 

This made Gillian blush as she stammered in reply “Asante Mr President and we have a lovely baby son back at the Maasai Mara too”

“Well” said President Obama “things have certainly turned out well for you Marty and we are very grateful for your actions today, but unfortunately as I am no longer the president of the USA and we are not in America I cannot award you a medal today!”

“But I can” said a voice from behind Marty.  Marty turned around to see standing there with a large medal in his hand, President Kenyatta, the president of Kenya.

Marty beamed with pride as he bent forward to receive his medal, getting a medal from the president of his own country was very special indeed.

Soon the garden party came to an end and it was time for Marty and Gillian to get on their motorbikes (well Gillian of course has a pink motor scooter) and ride back to the Maasai Mara.

“Well that was a fantastic day” cried Gillian

“Yes it certainly was” replied Marty, proudly wearing his new medal, “but it will be nice to get back to the Maasai Mara and our family and of course our lovely little boy”.

“Yes, I have missed little Gregory” smiled Gillian

But as they started the long ride home Marty couldn’t help wondering what other adventure lay in store for Marty the Motorcycling giraffe and his family.

Friday 16 October 2015

Another curious adventure of Carlos the curious condor- Carlos makes a curious trip to Egypt.

Another curious adventure of Carlos the curious condor
Carlos makes a curious trip to Egypt.
Carlos the curious condor (a very large South American bird) lives high in the Andes Mountains in Peru, a country in South America
Carlos likes to fly around the top of the mountains with his friends, who are mainly other condors.  But there are a few things that make Carlos different from other condors. One thing is he strange friendship with Pedro the paragliding Llama who he likes to go flying with, the other is that Carlos is very curious about anything and everything, the third thing that makes Carlos a very unusual condor is that to help satisfy his curiosity, Carlos has taught himself to read and often visits the library in the big Peruvian city of Lima.
One lovely sunny day (most days are sunny days in Peru), Carlos decided to fly down to Lima to visit the library  to see if Senora Amaranta Sanchez (the librarian)  has had any new and interesting  books that he would be curious to read.
So with one big flap of his mighty wings Carlos set off into the air above the mountainside he was sat on. Carlos soared into the air and glided around for a few moments before heading off to Lima.  As he was nearing the city he could see a large truck heading along the highway to the city.  “Mm thought Carlos, “ that looks like my friend Manuel’s truck, I am very curious about what he is carrying in the back of the truck and where he is going” and  dived down towards the truck.
It didn’t take long for Carlos to catch up with the truck and he hovered in the air for a few moments before landing, with a loud thud on top of the truck’s cab, once he got his balance Carlos leaned forward to look down through the windscreen.
Well the combination of the loud thud and seeing Carlos’s face looking in though the windscreen, gave Manuel quite a fright and he swerved across the road and had to fight hard with the steering wheel and breaks to bring the truck under control.  As the truck skidded to a halt, Carlos lost his balance and was sent crashing to the floor.
Manuel opened the door and ran across to see if Carlos was all right. Carlos pulled himself to his feet and shook his head and his wings and told Manuel his was ok.
“You gave me a fright, Carlos!!  You mustn’t land on my truck like that when I am driving, it is very dangerous” exclaimed Manuel
“Siento mucho” (I am very sorry) replied Carlos “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, I am just very curious about what you have in your truck and where you are going”
Manuel laughed and said “Oh Carlos, you are curious about anything and everything!!”
Manuel then told Carlos that his truck was full of corn that he collected from some farms and he is taking them to a big distribution warehouse in town.
“I am off to the library to see if Senora Amaranta has any new curious books for me to read” said Carlos.
“Hop on top of the truck then and I will drop you off on the way” exclaimed Manuel
As Manuel drove through the City streets towards the library, everybody they passed pointed and laughed at the sight of a very large condor bird having a lift on the roof of the truck cab.   But Carlos didn’t mind he was happy to get a lift and was just a bit curious about why so many people were out in the city streets and wondered where they are all going to.
Eventually they arrived at the library and Carlos leapt off the cabs roof shouting “goodbye Manuel that you for the lift”  “No hay problema” (no problem) replied Manual  “hope  you find some nice books to read” and off he drove to deliver the corn to the warehouse
Carlos pushed the library door open and stepped up to counter and chirped “hola senora Amaranta, I have come to see if you have any books that might satisfy my curiosity.”
“Shh Carlos, this is a library” replied Senora Amaranta with a very stern look on her face
“lo siento” (Sorry)  whispered Carlos.
Senora Amaranta passed Carlos two books and said “here you are, these came in today, I think you will like them they are all about Egypt”  “wow” replied Carlos “I am very curious about Egypt”.
This made Senora Amaranta laugh, as she knows that Carlos is curious about anything and everything.
The more Carlos read about Egypt, about the River Nile, about Cairo (Egypt’s capital city) and of course about the ancient pyramids the more curious about Egypt he go and then he made a big decision.
“I will fly to Egypt to see this very curious country in person, well in condor actually”
“Well that’s a trip and a half” exclaimed Senora Amaranta “have a great time but take care you will be a long way from home”
“I will be fine I am used to flying long distances” laughed Carlos and he left the Library shouting a big “adios” (goodbye) as he went through the door.
“Shhhh” laughed Senora Amaranta and waved Carlos goodbye.
Once Carlos was outside the library he started to flap his mighty wings and soon he began to rise up into the sky above the houses, shops, factories and tower blocks of the city, he flew in a couple of circles above the city before shouting
“Adios Lima adios Peru, next stop Egypt” and headed off in an Eastern direction.
Soon Carlos found himself high above the Amazon basin with the huge rain forest and the mighty river below, he is a very fast flyer and it wasn’t long before he was gliding past the Brazilian beaches and out into the sky above the Atlantic Ocean
It was a very long and tiring flight across the Atlantic and although Carlos kept himself busy by thinking curious thoughts about what may be swimming the deep ocean he was delighted when he could see the West African coast appearing on the horizon.
Carlos was feeling very tired so he dropped down from the sky and landed on first beach he saw as he arrived on the coast of West Africa
“ Bonjour, bienvenue sur la Côte d'Ivoire”  (Hello, welcome to the Ivory coast)  said a voice coming from where the sand meets the trees and the African jungle starts.
Carlos looked up to see a small monkey standing on the sand.  “Hola” he replied “I am Carlos, I am from Peru and I am on my way to Egypt”
“You have flown along way then and still have a long way to go “   replied the Monkey who then introduced himself as Monty the monkey.
Carlos and Monty then had a long chat, with Carlos asking Monty all about life in Africa and the Ivory Coast. “Wow” exclaimed Monty “you do ask a lot of questions, you must be a very curious bird”.  “Yes replied Carlos I am curious about anything and everything” This made the Monty laugh.
After a while Carlos told Monty that he must say Adios and be on his way as he still has a long way to go.
“Au revoir, it was nice to meet you “shouted Monty as he ran to climb up one of the nearest trees.
Carlos flapped his mighty wings and took off into the skies and was soon flying high above the African Jungle, looking down he couldn’t help be curious about the different things living in the dense forest below.  Eventually the trees below stared to thin out and give way to the sands that are the start of the giant Sahara desert.
For mile after mile Carlos flew on over the dessert with the hot African sun burning down on his back.
“My, this desert is as big as the ocean, I wonder if I will ever reach Egypt” Carlos thought to himself.
After many hours of flying Carlos saw something glistening in the sun light up ahead, “that looks like a city, I hope its Cairo “ thought Carlos and after a few more minutes flying Carlos reached the centre of Cairo (the capital city of Egypt.
After flying around the city for a while Carlos found a nice spot to land, a busy square near the centre of the city.  As you can imagine such a large bird landing in the middle of a busy city like Cairo caused quite  a commotion and soon Carlos found himself quite the centre of attention.
One young man stepped out of the crown and introduced himself as Zahur and asked Carlos what a South American Condor was doing landing in Tahrir Square in  Cairo.
“Hola” replied Carlos and told Zahur about his long flight and how curious he as to find out about Egypt and especially the ancient pyramids
“You are in luck then” said Zahur “because I am a tourist guide for the great pyramids of Giza  and I can take you there and tell you all about them”
“That would be wonderful” said Carlos.
So Carlos climbed in Zahur’s jeep and soon they were driving out of the city and on their way to Giza.
On the way Carlos listened intently as Zahur told him all bout Egypt’s ancient history with all its pharaohs (Egyptian kings) and how mighty its empire used to be. 
“You seem very keen to learn about Egypt” said Zahur.   “Yes” replied Carlos “I am very curious about your country, actually I am very curious about anything and everything!”
This made Zahur laugh loudly.
It was a long drive to Giza and along the way Zahur pulled into a rest area to take a break.  At one end of the rest area stood a group of camels all excitingly talking to one camel who was strangely sat upon a quad bike.
“A camel riding a quad bike, how curious” exclaimed Carlos.
“Oh him” replied Zahur  “that’s Quentin the Quad biking camel, he thinks he is so special”.
“I am very curious to meet him“said Carlos and hopped over to Quentin
“Hola my name is Carlos, I am from South America and I have never seen a quad biking camel before”
“Of course you haven’t” said Quentin rather snootily and then he looked down his hose at Carlos and exclaimed “I am the only Quad biking camel in the world”
“I am sure you are” replied Carlos and curiously asked “ does the quad bike go very fast”.
“Of course it does, it fact I am probably the fastest animal in the world” said Quentin rather grandly
“Except of course for that Motorcycling giraffe that beat you in a race” Laughed Zahur 
“Huh Marty the motorcycling giraffe, don’t talk to me about him he just got lucky that’s all”
“Marty the motorcycling giraffe from Kenya?” questioned Carlos “he is my friend I met him when he came to Peru
“Huh! If you are a friend of that giraffe then you are no friend of mine” grumped Quentin and jumped on his quad bike and zoomed off down the road.
“Don’t worry about him” said Zahur to Carlos “he isn’t a very nice camel, come on let’s get back on the road to the pyramids.”
When they arrived at the great pyramids Carlos was amazed at how big they were, especially Cheops pyramid which is the biggest of the three. He was also very curious about the strange looking Sphinx statue.
Zahur showed Carlos around the site explaining that the sphinx has the head of a human and the body of a human and the great Sphinx of Giza’s head is thought to represent the Pharaoh Kharfru and that the Cheops pyramid was built to house the tomb of the great pharaoh Khufu.
Carlos had a fantastic time at Giza and when he had finally satisfied his curiously for Egypt he thanked Zahur for showing him around and being so kind and flapped his mighty wings and took off into the air shouting
“Adios Zahur adios”
Soon Carlos was flying high above the desert to make his long journey back to South America and he could help wondering what other curious places, people, animals and things there were in the word for him to find out about.

Previous story featuring Quentin the Quad biking camel
Previous story featuring Pedro and Carlos

Friday 19 December 2014

The Further adventures of Marty and Gillian the Motorcycling Giraffes. Story 12 Marty goes home (Gillian’s exciting news)



The Further adventures of Marty and Gillian the Motorcycling Giraffes.

Story 12 Marty goes home (Gillian’s exciting news)

Marty the motorcycling giraffe lives in the big African city Nairobi with his wife Gillian the Giraffe.  Marty moved to Nairobi a few years ago so that he could ride his motorcycle and look for adventures to go on.

And my what a lot of exciting adventures he has been on , including :- winning a motorcycle race against a camel in the dessert,  receiving a medal from the president of the USA,  meeting the Loch Ness monster, learning to surf in Australia, going for a walk on the Great Wall of China and many many more.  But of course his greatest and most exciting adventure was meeting, falling in love and marrying Gillian.

Along the way Marty has met some very good friends, like Troy the trucking moose, Kevin the kayaking monkey, Pedro the paragliding Llama and Carlos the curious condor. But his best friend is his boss Peter Ngono the Window cleaner.  Marty works as a window cleaner’s assistant and is especially helpful to Peter when cleaning the windows of the very tall buildings in Nairobi (Peter sits on Marty’s head to reach the very high up windows).

Marty is a very happy motorcycling Giraffe and is very content with life of adventures and loves his little house in Nairobi

Marty and Gillian were having a barbeque with their good friends Peter (the window cleaner) his wife Gloria and there little girl Martina and Emmanuelle (the farmer) and his girlfriend Moira. They cooked lots of lovely different kinds of food on the barbeque but Marty and Gillian are quite fussy eaters and they will only eat their favourite food, which of course is a big pile of twigs and leafs from the acacia trees. And of course Gloria made everyone lots of her famous lovely fruit smoothies.

The friends were all having a lovely time but as Marty, Emmanuelle and Peter stood chatting about motorcycles  and cracking jokes , Marty couldn’t help noticing that Gillian, Gloria and Moira were hustled together talking very quietly and seriously.

“What’s the matter with you girls” shouted Marty “you’re all being a bit serious, we are meant to having fun”.

Gillian turned to Marty and said “I have something very important to talk to you about Marty”

“What is it” asked Marty who was now starting to worry.

“Well Marty, what do think of the idea that we should move out of the city and back to the Masai Mara?”

“Move out of our lovely little house and out of the city where all the adventures happen and where our friends are, why would we want to do that “exclaimed Marty, who was a little shocked by the suggestion

“Well” said Gillian softly “don’t you think the Masai Mara is a good place for giraffe children to grow up”? 

“Of course it is I loved it there when I was a Twiga mtoto (young giraffe), but we are not watoto  (children) any more”!!  Replied Marty who was now looking quite confused

“Does this mean what I think it means”? asked Peter

“Yes” squealed Gloria, Moira and Gillian

“Pongezi”!!  (Congratulations) shouted Peter and Emmanuelle.

“What?” asked Marty who was even more confused as all is friends started to hug Gillian’s neck and pat him on the back.

“Oh Marty, don’t be so silly Gillian is going to have a baby” exclaimed Gloria.

“What?” exclaimed Marty “oh my, what, I am going to be a daddy” and he started to go very pale and a little wobbly

“Steady on Marty” laughed Peter “you had better sit down before you fall down”

Marty slumped on to the floor still looking dumbfounded

“Yes Marty” Said Gillian softly “you are going to be a daddy and I am going to be a Mummy”

Marty shook himself, stood up and walked over to Gillian and gave her a big kiss and rubbed his neck against hers (this is how giraffes hug and cuddle each other.) And everyone else shouted “pongezi”.

The rest of the evening flew as everyone had a great time and they were all in such a good mood after hearing Marty and Gillian’s

After everyone had gone home, Marty and Gillian had a long chat about the baby and they both agreed that it would be better if they left the city and went back to live in the Masai Mara.

“We will miss our friends but we can always come and visit them “said Gillian.

The next day Marty and Gillian set off to go to the Masai Mara to tell their family and friends there about their exciting news and plans to move back to the Masai Mara.

Marty rode his motorcycle with Gillian following behind on her little pink motor scooter as they got close to the part of the Masai Mara that their families and friends lived, Marty’s little niece Georgina Giraffe spotted the dust being kicked up by their motorcycles and got very excited.

“Uncle Marty’s coming, Uncle Marty’s coming” she shouted excitedly “I wonder what adventures he has to tell about this time”.
“Ummph” tutted George (Georgina’s father) “looks like your little brother is making a visit on that pesky motorcycle” he said to his wife Geraldine (Marty’s sister and Georgina’s mum)

“Oh don’t be such a grump” laughed Geraldine “we know you secretly like to hear about Marty’s adventures as much as the rest of us

As Marty and Gillian pulled up and parked their motorcycles alongside an acacia tree, all the Giraffe’s gathered around eager to hear the latest tales of Marty’s exciting adventures.

“It’s not me with the exciting news  this  time “said Marty with a big smile on his face “Its Gillian that has something to tell you all”.

Gillian looked a little bashful at first and then blasted out “I am going to have a baby, Marty and I are going to be parents”.

Everyone cheered and congratulated Marty and Gillian.  Geraldine looked at Gary Giraffe and smiled “imagine our little brother going to be a daddy, who would have thought it”

George giraffe fetched his friend Edward the elephant to carry the largest piles of twigs and leafs so they could all celebrate in style.

“I am going to the other side of the Masai Mara to tell my Mother in the morning “ Gillian informed the group of friends , “and then Marty and I are going to make plans to move out of the city and back to the Masai Mara, as this is the only place to bring up a twiga motto (baby giraffe).”

“Yes” said George very seriously “you can’t keep on gallivanting around the world and living it up in the big city when you have a family Marty, you will also have to get rid of that motorcycle too , the Masai Mara is no place for a motorcycling giraffe.”

“shhh stop it” Geraldine hissed at George

After all the twigs and leafs were eaten and darkness was setting across the Masai Mara everyone decided it was time for bed.  But Marty couldn’t get  to sleep and quietly he slipped away from the Acacia trees and stood looking out across the Masai Mara that was being lit by a large round red full moon and a billion starts twinkling in the night sky.

Marty knew he should be happy about becoming a daddy, but he couldn’t help worrying whether he would be a good father, and worried what life would be like  back at the Masai Mara, with no motorbike, no adventures and spending all day just stood around eating twigs and leafs from the tops of the acacia trees.

After a while he heard soft footsteps behind him but he didn’t look around and then he felt a giraffe’s neck against his (rubbing necks is how Giraffes hug each other) and the soft voice  of his sister Geraldine saying

“Come on little brother, I know what you’re thinking about and don’t worry you are going to be a wonderful father” 
Marty turned to protest but Geraldine just said “hush and don’t you worry about what George say’s if you and Gillian and the baby are coming back to live here, we will all be delighted and of course you can bring your motorcycle and believe me once the baby is born there will more than enough adventures to be had for:-
 Marty, Gillian and your baby Motorcycling Giraffe

Wednesday 17 December 2014

No Marty stories for a long time but a new one will be published this Saturday 20/12/2014





Look out for the next thrilling  story of Marty the motorcycling giraffe coming soon

It has been nearly 2 years since the last story of Marty's thrilling adventures was posted,  But look our for this Saturdays (20/12/2014)  for Story 12 in the Further adventures of Marty and Gillian the motorcycling giraffes.   Marty goes home (Gillian's exciting news)

Friday 17 May 2013

The further adventures of Marty and Gillian the motorcyling giraffes, Story 11 Marty and the dinosaur


 
 The further adventures of Marty and Gillian the motorcycling giraffes

Story 11 Marty and the dinosaur

As you will know by now, Marty is a giraffe who lives in the big African city of Nairobi in Kenya. Marty lives with his wife Gillian and works as window cleaner’s assistant with his friends Peter (the window cleaner) and Victor (the trainee window cleaner).

But what Marty likes to do best is to whizz around on his motorcycle while looking out for adventures.

Marty and Gillian are sat in the garden of their little house in Nairobi  discussing how they could tidy it up and make it look a lot nicer.

“We could build a garage at the one side, that we could store our motorcycles in” Said Marty

“Yes and we could have a raised patio outside the back door where we could sit in the evening” replied Gillian.

“Mmm yes and how about planting some acacia trees in the corner then we can always have a snack of fresh leafs and twigs while sat in the garden” stated Marty.

'Matumaini wewe!' Alicheka Gillian 'daima kufikiri ya tumbo lako, wewe alikuwa bora kuangalia au wewe kuwa kama mafuta kama kiboko'   (“Trust you!” Laughed Gillian “always thinking of your stomach, you had better watch out or you will become as fat as a hippopotamus”)

This made Marty laugh, “we should get Emmanuelle (Marty’s friend the farmer) to design the garden as he is good at these things and the rest of the gang to help” he said.

So a couple of days later, first thing t in the morning, Emmanuelle turned up on his tractor pulling a trailer filled with the necessary tools, equipment, a self build garage and two acacia trees.

Moira, Emmanuelle’s girlfriend had also come along to help out and soon after Peter and his wife Gloria (and of course baby Martina- Jilly) and Victor also turned up.

Emmanuelle took charge of the operation and soon had the whole gang working hard on the garden.

First they flattened the ground closest to the house and laid the foundations for the raised patio and as Emmanuelle and Victor worked on laying the patio , Marty, Gillian , Peter and Moira started to dig away at the ground  to lower the far end of the garden . Baby Martina-Jilly had woken up by now so Gloria was excused digging to look after the little one.

Peter and Moira dug the ground and shovelled the spare earth into a pair of large buckets that Gillian and Marty held in their mouths, then like two large spotty cranes Marty and Gillian lifted the buckets up and emptied the earth into the back of Emmanuelle’s truck

“I can make good use of that soil back at the farm” commented Emmanuelle.

It wasn’t long before the patio was finished and the second half of the garden was suitably lowered so that patio had a nice raised look

“That looks really good” stated Marty

“Yes just the pond to be dug and the garage to be put up and we will be finished” replied Gillian with an excited squeal

“Well you have al been working so hard, I think you had better take a break before starting the rest of the work” said Gloria who had come out into the garden with a large plate of sandwiches that she had made up and a big jug of her special ice cool fruit smoothies.

The friends all tucked into the sandwiches and smoothies (except of course Marty and Gillian as they don’t eat sandwiches they helped themselves to a large pile of twigs and leafs instead)

After their break the gang got back to work and soon had garage put together and erected at one side of the garage and dug two large holes for the acacia trees to be planted in

Marty poured two large buckets of water into the holes and Emmanuelle and Peter gently placed the trees into place and firmed the ground around them.

“These trees should grow big and strong and provide you with plenty of your favourite food” said Emmanuelle

“Asnte sana” (“Thank you very much”) said Gillian  “ but don’t let Marty stop work and start munching before my pond has been dug out” this made everyone laugh.

Peter, Emmanuelle and Victor all then started digging a  large hole for the pond, again lifting the soil into a large bucket that Marty held in his teeth and every time it was full he lifted it up and poured the soil out into the back of Emmanuelle’s truck.

Meanwhile baby Martina- Jilly had woken up and Gloria, Moira and Gillian were happily cuddling and playing with her.

It was hard and thirsty work digging in such a big hole in the hot African sun but soon they were getting down to level where they could pour in a concrete base for the pond, when Victor’s spade hit something hard and round.

At first he though it was just a large stone but it was very smooth and as he cleared the mud off it he realised it looked like a large egg.

“Look at this, it’s a bit odd” said Victor

Yes that is a bit strange” replied Peter “and look there are several of them”

With a bit more digging they managed to unearth eight of these strange large egg shaped rocks

After a lot of head scratching and different opinions of what they might be, Peter said that he had a friend at the Nairobi Museum and he would take the rocks there to find out what they are.

So Peter lifted the rocks into the back of the van and headed off to the museum.

“Typical” said Victor “Peter always finds a way to leave the hard work to us”

While Peter was gone Marty, Victor and Emmanuelle finished digging the pond they poured the concrete base in and after a little wait, to let the concrete dry (it dried quite quickly in the hot African sun), they poured the water in to make a lovely pond.

'Oh bustani yangu inaonekana ajabu' alisema Gillian 'asante sana, una kila kazi kwa bidii'  (“Oh my garden looks wonderful” said Gillian “thank you very much, you have all worked so hard”)

“Hakuna matata” replied Emmanuelle “ni jambo jema daima kusaidia marafiki” (it’s always good to help friends out”)

“Well when Peter gets back we are going to have a big barbeque party to celebrate our garden being finished” said Marty.

A little later Peter arrived back from the museum in a very excited mood.

“Those rocks were fossilised dinosaur eggs, and my friend is going to display them at the museum”

“Wow dinosaur eggs that is fantastic” exclaimed Victor, and they all agreed that it was a very exciting find.

The friends then relaxed in the newly landscaped garden and ate a large meal of barbequed food all washed down with lots of Gloria and Moira special fruit smoothies. Marty and Gillian of course just ate lots of their favourite food, fresh twigs and leafs from their new acacia trees.

After a while Gloria told everyone that she and Peter will have to go home to put Martina –Jilly to bed and everyone else agreed that they were all feeling tired after such a hard days work and will be heading for home.

“Kwaheri, asante sana kwa kazi ngumu yako yote” (goodbye thank you very much for all your hard work”) shouted Marty and Gillian as they waved their friends off.

“Time for bed I think Marty” said Gillian

“In a minute” mumbled Marty with his mouth full of acacia twigs and leafs.

“You’ll make yourself sick eating so much so close to bed time” scolded Gillian

As they were both very tired it wasn’t long before Marty and Gillian drifted off into a deep sleep.

A few hours later Marty was woken up by a strange scrapping and digging sound coming from his garden.

Marty couldn’t believe his eyes when he looked out of the window, as there in his garden was a large dinosaur scraping at the ground.

The dinosaur spotted Marty at his window and stood straight up and peered into the window, the dinosaur was as big as Marty’s house and had a large mouth with very sharp looking teeth, Marty felt quite frightened.

“Where are my eggs gone” roared the dinosaur

“But they are just fossils now” gibbered Marty “they are thousands of years old, my friend took them to the museum”

“What!!” roared the dinosaur “I want my eggs now” and smashed his head through the window, shattering the glass everywhere and sending Marty spinning back across the room landing on his bed sitting bolt upright.

Marty was very scared but then he heard Gillian’s soothing voice.

“Marty wake up your having a very bad dream, I told you about eating so many twigs and leafs before bedtime”

“Bbbbbut the dinosaur” gibbered Marty

“It’s just a dream” said Gillian now go back to sleep and in the morning we can see what new adventures there are for

Marty and Gillian the motorcycling griaffes

Saturday 30 March 2013

The further adventures of Marty and Gillian the motorcycling giraffes Story 10 Marty and the Great Easter egg hunt


The further adventures of Marty and Gillian the motorcycling giraffes

Story 10 Marty and the great Easter egg hunt

It is Easter Sunday, but instead of having a well-earned long lie in bed, Marty and Gillian the Motorcycling giraffes are up at the break of dawn, because they have promised Mrs Wanijru, who looks after the watoto (children) at the local orphanage, that they would help hide some Easter eggs before the watoto wake up and have their traditional Easter egg hunt after breakfast.

Marty and Gillian had a quick breakfast of twigs and leaves, and headed off to the orphanage, Marty leading the way on his motorcycle and Gillian following behind on her pink motor scooter.

When they arrived at the orphanage they were met by Mrs Wanijru and Mr Rono (a very important government executive who works at the Nairobi state house)

“Hujambo Marty na Gillian ni `s nzuri kuona wewe, asante kwa kuja kusaidia, watoto wote kupata msisimko sana kuhusu Pasaka yai kuwinda” (“hello Marty and Gillian it`s good to see you, thank you for coming to help, the children are all get very excited about the Easter egg hunt”) said Mrs Wanijru.

“hujambo Bw wa Wanijru, yako mnakaribishwa sana Gillian na mimi ni furaha daima msaada kutoka nje, kama inafanya watoto furaha ” (“hello Mr's Wanijru your very welcome, Gillian and I are always happy to help out, if it makes the children happy) replied Marty.

“Well let’s get to work then” said Mr Rono “your friends Peter and Gloria are already inside getting the Easter eggs out of the store cupboard.”

“Ooh” squealed Gillian “have they bright baby Martina-Jilly with them” and rushed inside.

When she got inside she found baby Martina-Jilly fast asleep in her pram.

“Ooh she is beautiful” sighed Gillian

“Yes she is” said Gloria who had stepped alongside the pram “me and Peter are so lucky to have her”

The four friends and Mr Rono then took all the Easter eggs outside and Mrs Wanijru went to wake all the children up and make them breakfast, Mrs Wanijru also took baby Martina –Jilly with, so she could look after her while Gloria helped out with hiding the Easter eggs.

Marty, Gillian, Peter, Gloria and Mr Rono ran around the orphanage yard to look for good places to hide the eggs.  They put some under the garden shrubs, a couple of eggs were hidden in low branches of the orphanage’s tree and others were hidden in some of the outside toys and in the playgrounds slide, roundabout and few others were buried in the sand pit.

After the children finished their breakfast they followed Mrs Wanijru (who was still pushing Martina-Jilly in her pram) and she lined them all up alongside the wall of the orphanage wall.

“Watoto, Mimi nataka ninyi nyote kusema kubwa thank you, kwa Mr Rono, Marty, Gillian, Peter na Gloria, ambao wote wamekuwa wakifanya kazi kwa bidii na kuanzisha Pasaka yai kuwinda kwa ajili ya wewe” (“Children, I want you all to say a big thank you, to Mr Rono, Marty, Gillian, Peter and Gloria, who have all been working hard to set up the Easter egg hunt for you”) said Mrs Wanijru

“Asante sana” shouted the children very loudly indeed.

This made everyone laugh; Mr Rono then blew on a whistle and shouted

“Tatu, mbili, moja, kuanza kuwinda” (“three, two one, start the race)

The children let out a very loud cheer and raced forward to start hunting for the eggs. As the children ran around looking under and over things to try and find the eggs, Mrs Wanijru and the five helpers sat on a bench watching the children and tracking it in turns to cuddle baby Martina-Jilly, who giggled happily enjoying all the attention.

It didn’t seem long until there was a large pile of Easter eggs piled up in the middle of the playground , the children had fund them all.

Mrs Wanijru then got the children to line up against the wall so she could tell them all to take their eggs back inside to the dining room where they could enjoy all the lovely chocolate. But Mrs Wanijru noticed that one of the boys was missing.

“Children, does anyone know where William Koshi is?” shouted Mrs Wanijru.

None of the children answered and Mrs Wanijru started to worry, in 20 years of running the orphanage she has always known where the children are at all times.

“Don’t worry, he can’t have gone far” said Gloria “you take the children and Martina-Jilly inside to enjoy their chocolate eggs, and we will look for William outside.”

Once the children were inside Marty, Gillian, Peter, Gloria and Mr Rono searched the playground calling out William’s name.

Then Gillian thought that she heard something and told everyone to be quite.  Listening really carefully she realised that she could hear a faint sobbing noise coming from the roof of the orphanage, as she got closer she realised the sound was coming from behind the chimney pot.

Gillian stretched her long neck up to the roof and peaked around the other side of the chimney pot, to find a very scared and very upset little boy.

“William what are you doing up here?” asked Gillian.

“I thought there might be an egg up here so I climbed up the drain pipe and then I couldn’t get down and I was scared I might be in trouble”.

“Well it is silly and dangerous to climb on the roof, but I am sure Mrs Wanijru will not be cross with you, if you promise not to do it again, now let’s get you down”

Gillian called Marty over and told William to climb on Marty’s big head and hold on to his little horns so Marty could gently lower him to the ground.

Gloria took William inside the orphanage where Mrs Wanijru was so pleased to see him that she gave William a big hug and told him to go and eat some chocolate.

Mrs Wanijru came out to thank everyone for their help and told them they were all heroes. This made everyone smile.

And finally it was time to go home , so Gillian gave baby Martin-Jilly one last kiss and Marty and Gillian shouted “kwahari” (goodbye) and they climbed on their motorbikes and zoomed off for home.

Back in their little house Marty said

“Well what an exciting adventure that turned out to be, I wonder what adventure will be next for

Marty and Gillian the motorcycling Giraffes.

Saturday 2 February 2013

Marty and Gillian the motorcycling giraffes Story 9 Troy the trucking moose pays a visit from Canada


The further adventures of Marty and Gillian the motorcycling giraffes

 
Story 9 Troy the trucking moose pays a visit from Canada.

 
Its Sunday morning and Marty and Gillian are having a lie in as neither of them are working today, they were both enjoying the lie in as they have been working extra hard recently, with Gillian having to cover extra shifts at the smoothie bar as Gloria Gillian’s boss and best friend , who has just given birth to a beautiful baby girl (Martina-Jilly) is on maternity leave and Peter (Marty’s best friend and boss)  keeps leaving Marty and Victor (the trainee window cleaner) to clean all the windows in Nairobi, so that he could spend more time with his wife and  new baby daughter.

 
Suddenly their restful morning was disturbed by some loud banging on the door

 
“Someone’s at the door go and see who it is” said Gillian to Marty

 
Marty climbed out of bed and grumbled

 
“Sounds like they are trying to knock the door down banging that hard”

 
Marty opened the door to find a very large animal with big antlers, wearing a large cowboy hat and a checked lumber jack shirt with its sleeves rolled up to show the creatures large muscles.

 
“Howdy Marty, you didn’t expect me to be at your door” he exclaimed.

 
“Troy? Troy the trucking moose, what are you doing in Nairobi” spluttered a surprised Marty.

 
“I had the opportunity for a few days of from work, so I thought I would jump on a plane and come and visit my good friends in Africa” replied Troy

 
“Naam kuwakaribisha kwa Kenya, (Well welcome to Kenya), come on in and make yourself at home.” Said Marty before shouting to Gillian that they had a very special visitor, all the way from Canada.

 
Marty, Gillian and Troy then sat down to large breakfast of twigs and leafs and had a long chat about what they have been all doing since they last met (at Marty and Gillian’s wedding)

 
Troy told them all about Kevin the Kayaking monkey (from Zambia) coming to visit him in Canada and Marty and Gillian told them about their good friends Peter and Gloria’s wonderful news.

 
“Oh that’s lovely I am so pleased for them” stated Troy “I would like to go and visit them and meet baby Martina-Jilly before I go home”

 
“Well why don’t we go over to Peter’s house this afternoon” said Gillian, who never misses the chance to go and see the new baby.

 
So later that day the three headed over to Peter and Gloria’s house, Marty on his motorcycle with Troy riding pillion behind him and Gillian following on behind on her pink motor scooter.

 
It didn’t take them very long to get through the busy Nairobi streets and they son arrived at Peter and Gloria’s

 
They knocked on the door and Peter let them in

 
“Do you remember Troy form Canada, he was at mine and Gillian’s wedding”


“Yes” replied Peter “how can you forget a trucking moose, Jambo Troy kuwakaribisha kwa Kenya, (welcome to Kenya)”


“Well thank you Peter, Mary has been telling me about your new arrival”


“Yes come in and meet baby Martina-Jilly, she is in the front room with Gloria”

 
Gillian was already in front room chatting to Gloria about the baby and bending over into the crib and tickling Martina-Jilly’s tummy with her little horns. This made the baby chortle and giggle.

 
Gloria made some tea and cakes for Peter and herself and fetched some twigs and leafs for Marty, Gillian and Peter and the friends sat around all afternoon talking about the baby and the different things Troy could do and see while he was in Africa

 
Peter the told Marty that he knows that Marty has had to work extra hard on the window cleaning round   recently and that he should take a few days off  from work to show Troy around Nairobi and other places in Keyna.

 
“Yes” commented Gloria “and the same for you too Gillian, I can get Moira to do some extra shifts at the smoothies stall”

 
“Oh asante sana” replied both Marty and Gillian

                                                                               
“I will need you to work at Mr Makushi’s transport yard on Friday afternoon though; there are too many trucks for just me and Victor to clean”

 
“I’ll be there” smiled Marty

 
Marty, Gillian and Tory then gave little baby Martina-Jilly one last cuddle and set off back to Marty and Gillian’s house to make plans for where they could take Troy and what they could show him in the next few days.

 
The next day Marty and showed Troy all around their home town of Nairobi, including going for dinner at the Stanley hotel bar, walking through Uhuru park and shopping in Tom Mboya avenue.

 
Then from Tuesday to Thursday they set off for a few days camping in the Masai Mara, where Marty and Gillian introduced Troy to their family and friends.

 
Marty’s nice, Georgina, was delighted that Marty and Gillian had come to visit them and was very excited to meet Troy the trucking moose and sat quietly for hours listening to Troy’s exciting tales of his adventures he had had while driving his truck all over North America.

 
“Ooh Canada and the USA sounds like they are very exciting countries, I would love to visit them one day” squealed Georgina in excitement

 
“They are great places to have adventures in” replied Marty who then added rather seriously

 “But you know there is no place like home and Africa is also a wonderful place full of adventures”

 
Troy also really enjoyed seeing all the other very exciting African animals, such as elephants, hippos zebra and wildebeests; he even enjoyed watching (from a safe distant) a pride of very scary lions.

 
On Friday morning Marty, Gillian and Troy said there goodbyes to the other giraffes as they had to get back to Nairobi in time for Marty to arrive at Mr MaKushi’s transport yard in time to help Peter and Victor clean all the trucks.

 
“Kwahari uncle Marty, Kwahari Gillian, kwahari Troy, kuja nyuma kuona kwangu karibuni (come back to see me soon)” shouted Georgina

 
“Yes don’t leave it too long before your next visit” added Marty’s brother Gary

 
The rest of the giraffes nodded in agreement and shouted “kwahari have a safe trip home”

 
Marty, Gillian and Troy were soon zooming along the hot dusty roads out of the Masai Mari and heading back towards Nairobi.

 
When they arrived at Nairobi, Gillian told Marty and Troy that she was going to visit Gloria and baby Martina-Jilly and Troy decided to go with Marty to help out at Mr MaKushi’s transport yard.

 
Peter was very pleased to have an extra person or in this case extra moose to help out and soon Marty, Peter , Victor and Troy were hard at work cleaning all Mr Makushi’s trucks inside and out.

 
After a while Mr Makushi came out of his office looking very glum while talking to someone on his mobile (cell) phone.  After he finished the phone call, Peter asked him if everything is ok.

 
“Not really, Michael one of my drives has broken down on an important run, the breakdown service will go and tow the truck back, but I need to get the cargo delivered and by the time Michael gets back and changes truck it will be too late  as the customer in Arusha will be closed for the night.”

 
“Cant you send someone out with another truck and swap the load over so Michael can continue on his delivery”

 
“All my other drivers have finished for the day” replied Mr Makushi shaking his head.

 
“I am a truck driver” said Troy “I could take a vehicle out to this Michael help swap the load and get a lift back with the tow truck”

 
“That would be very useful, are you sure you don’t mind”

 
“It’s no problem or as you would say hakuna matata” laughed Troy

 
Marty offered to ride his motorcycle ahead of Troy to show him the way.

 
“Yeah anything to get out of cleaning the trucks” laughed Victor

 
So Marty set off on his motorcycle with Troy following behind on his truck, as they moved through the city streets, Troy enjoyed letting off the trucks loud horn, and smiling to himself when the people of Nairobi looked in amazement to see a trucking moose.

 
Soon they left the city and were one the main Nairobi – Moshi highway, and after a short while they came along Michael’s broken down truck.

 
Marty and Troy pulled up beside the truck but could see no sign of Michael the driver, they thought this was a little strange as they walked along to the front of the truck and then Marty looked through the cab widows to see Michael lying across the seats fast asleep

                                                                                                                              
Marty knocked on the cabs windows and shouted

 
“Oi kuamka kichwa usingizi!  (Oi wake up sleepy head)”

 
Michael sat up with a shock and then saw Marty through the window, but h had to rub his eyes to ensure he wasn’t dreaming when he Troy too next to Marty, Michael ha never seen a moose before and especially not one dressed in a lumberjack shirt and cowboy hat.

 
“Oh it’s you Marty and you or what is your friend?” asked a bemused Michael.

 
“This Troy the trucking moose all the way from Canada, and he has driven a spare truck down here for you transfer you load into , so you can carry on with delivery to Arusha”

 
So Marty Michael and Troy stared to swap the load from the broken down truck to the new one, and although there were a lot of very heavy boxes, with Troy’ help it didn’t take long before they were finished

 
“It was very nice to meet you Troy and thank you for helping me” said Michael as he climbed into the cab of the new vehicle and set off to Arusha

 
“Kwahari” Marty and Troy shouted after him

 
“Your picking up the Swahili very well” laughed Marty.


By this time the tow truck arrived to take the broken down truck back to the yard, but as it was now getting late Troy decided to go back to Nairobi on the back of Marty’s motorcycle.

 
It was too late to go back to the yard so Marty and Troy went straight back to Marty and Gillian’s little house. When they arrived they found that Gillian had already arrived home from visiting Gloira and the new baby, and she had laid out a large dinner of the best twigs and leafs form the tastiest acacia trees.

 
They had a lovely dinner and stayed up long into a night talking about the days adventure.

 
The next morning it was time for Troy to catch the aeroplane home to Canada, Marty and Gillian rode their motorcycles to the airport to see Troy off.

 
“Well so long partners, thank you for letting me stay and showing me so much of Africa”

 
“It’s been great having you, kwaheri rafiki yangu, na safari salama nyumbani (goodbye my friend, have a save trip home” replied Marty.

 
“Well” said Marty to Gillian “that was an unexpected visit, that turned into another adventure, makes you wonder what other adventures lie in store for

 
Marty and Gillian the Motorcycling giraffes