nasera rock
i am at a loss as to where to begin about this special place…it is truly a spiritual place in more ways than one…indescribable but i will try…this is where i first started thinking about the bracelet and its inscription…
we traveled over 40 kilometers to get to nasera rock… through forest and short grass plains, off tracks and on, from dawn til mid day… driving down dusty tracks with the wind whipping our faces as we stand on our seats and hang on for dear life! the sun is beaming down on us and the air is cool as we roll across vast open plains covered with herds of tommy gazelles and zebras with the random hyena skulking through it all. it is impossible to explain the vastness of this land, the enormity of this land that stretches in all directions with no other person in sight…the beauty of this land as we traveled from the north and headed to our camp at nasera rock.
we take a break as we come upon some wildebeest scattered in the hills and valleys we are traveling through. we climb up the face of a small hill to park next to some kopjes for a picnic lunch. lunch with the wildebeest, could it get any better? 
these pictures do no justice for this place, but it gives one the sense of it and may inspire you to go see for yourself!
moving on after lunch, we head into the gol mountain range.. slowing often to cross the many tracks in the land put there by the migrating wildebeest. as they move across the plains and through the mountains they do so in single file, creating deep ruts in the land that are tricky to maneuver through at any great speed. finally, there in the distance, francesco points out a rock that is at the bottom of a mountain… like it rolled off… at the base of that rock is our home for the next two nights…nasera rock.
this land has long been inhabited by the maasai and as we arrive into camp we are greeted by a group who have come to share some of their traditions and history with us. i do not know much about the maasai or this area but i do know that this land is their land… we are visitors here in every sense of the word. this land is but on loan to us, we weary travelers, to savor and treasure for the short time we are here.
the camp fire is crackling, the cocktails are in hand, we are as clean as we can be with five gallons of water and the sun is setting over the mountains…can it be any better? the night closes in and we hear a chanting beginning from the maasai… they come in single file and dance in the firelight for us…singing, humming, chanting, stomping, thumping, shrieking, maasai surround us as they share a bit of themselves with us…a bit of their souls…and we are swept away…
nasera rock, god’s country, truly not ours, we are just visitors in this land…..tread lightly…..
