We set off on the 25th April and headed straight for the Kenyan border at Malaba (eastern uganda)... after a minor hiccup in which we discovered ourselves trying to re-enter Uganda (without having actually left yet) we found the exit point, emigrated, immigrated, and there we were, being assaulted from all angles by a barrage of pushy "walking forexes", boda-bodas, piki-pikis and vendors of other various fruity produce. We had arrived in Kenya.
The highlight for me in Kenya was mountain biking in the Hell's Gate National Park - a vast expanse of government-protected land that serves as a home to countless zebra, buffalo, impala and giraffes... we were lucky enough to have the ENTIRE park to ourselves, and wasted no time in making a (rather rash) decision to cycle the "buffalo circuit", a 14km loop taking us through some of the most spectacular regions of the park. I cannot even express the feeling of ultimate awe as we rounded the first corner and were confronted by gigantic majestic cliffs, totally clear blue sky and herds of zebra grazing freely among the rolling plains. It was incredible. We did manage to get ourselves hopelessly lost, however, but this didn't come to our knowledge until we found a sign directing us towards the buffalo circuit and telling us that it was another 12km back to the main gate... The following day, we all felt like we had been beaten mercilessly by our bicycles, except for Ollie, who felt remarkably sprightly... that may have had something to do with him being the only one to back a bike with working suspension. But as always, pain fades from the memory leaving only the good parts, and those good parts were bloody amazing!
I've got to dash now, but I'll try and continue this tomorrow with our journey from Nairobi to Mombasa in an original colonial-era sleeper train...
Love to the masses
Miles
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