Ngong is the name the Maasai gave the hills - it is named for the sound of God's fist hitting the hills and explains why it looks like it does - knuckles of an Almighty fist. It was a magnificent view - it seemed like a world stretching before us - rivers, lakes, plains and distance volcanoes. Then all of a sudden we were surrounded by a thick white mist and couldn't see even a foot ahead. Just as suddenly as it appeared, it cleared, leaving us in the thrall of the sun setting over the Rift Valley. Breathtaking. Yes, would do it again and again.
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