We had the idea to reach Lake Nakuru because we had made good time at the border. But how kind all the Kenians were, the policemen, the immigration officers : Jambo, Jambo, welcome, the roads were in a very bad state.
We managed to drive through the first city Kisii. It was chaotic and so busy, nothing compared to our Limbe and Blantyre. The road was jammed with many minibuses or matatu's but the views were excellent. We spent the night in Kerochi in the middle of all the tea estates. in a way we felt like we were in Thyolo. But even this small city had a huge supermarket, even bigger then Shoprite.
The next day we thought we could reach lake Nakuru in 2 hours, it was only 107 km. How wrong we were. It took us about 4 hours. We never saw put holes like in that road. When we finally reached the highway, the connection between Kenya and Uganda, we thought things would change. Wrong again, another 25 km dust eating before we reached the lovely place in lake Nakuru.
We managed to drive through the first city Kisii. It was chaotic and so busy, nothing compared to our Limbe and Blantyre. The road was jammed with many minibuses or matatu's but the views were excellent. We spent the night in Kerochi in the middle of all the tea estates. in a way we felt like we were in Thyolo. But even this small city had a huge supermarket, even bigger then Shoprite.
The next day we thought we could reach lake Nakuru in 2 hours, it was only 107 km. How wrong we were. It took us about 4 hours. We never saw put holes like in that road. When we finally reached the highway, the connection between Kenya and Uganda, we thought things would change. Wrong again, another 25 km dust eating before we reached the lovely place in lake Nakuru.
1 comment:
Ha die Bart en Evert,
Wisten jullie het leidje van Jambo,jambo nog van onze coconut man in Zanzibar te zingen??
Je hebt het daar natuurlijk heel erg veel gehoord in Kenia.
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