7th November 2010
At first the journey is pretty uneventful. The landscape looks quite similar to things we have already seen in Tanzania.
One last time we set up our tables for lunch somewhere in the middle of nowhere – well, not completely the middle of nowhere. (The Massai shephard boys who get the rest of our lunch are wearing western clothes because we are near a city.)
One last time I wish I had practiced how to use the She Wee when one of my fellow travellers says she has spotted cow bones – cow bones that have been strewn over quite a wide area: „Wonder what killed the cow?“
I don’t really want to wonder about that right now, as I have to go out of sight to do my business... Men, you don’t know how easy life is for you!
We are only about an hour from our destination, when our truck breaks down on Mombasa Road in the middle of a drab and uninspiring industrial estate. Something has gone wrong with the water supply pipe (I think).
We are waiting for the motor to cool down and restart the engine after 2 hours, but only get a few hundred yards further before the truck breaks down again.
It is therefore decided to switch mode of transport to a Matatu, one of the hair-raising local minibuses - no seatbelts; the bus making suspicious noises, making me wonder whether there will be another engine failure; drivers who make up their own rules, like turning 2 lanes into 3 if required/desired...
I notice a Zen calm about me. I observe, without being fazed by things. Have I caught the Hakuna Matata spirit after all?
Nairobi is buzzing, even on a Sunday afternoon. There are several markets going on, with a flower market stretching for miles.
Everywhere are huge billboards and the city comes across as modern. We don’t see the huge slum at the centre of the city.
At the last census, the number of inhabitants was put at 3.8 million, but one cab driver thinks the real number may be close to 5 million: „Not everyone wants to be counted.“