Kenya - Karibu 

Another boarder into new land, Kenya a former colonial country of Great Britain. For the first time we are supposed to keep on the left side of the road and most locals speak English. From Moyale (boarder town) a road once called “Hell Road” leads for 250 km trough a hot desert like landscape. The road is called “Hell Road” because of it’s conditions and bandits that were active in the region some years ago. And most overlanders that cross the eastern side of Africa were here for the first time forced to drive off road and challenged in their driving skills. As the development across Africa improved, nowadays the road is not really challenging anymore. Only some 85km off-road tracks are left, of which the first 20km after the boarder are the worst and another 10km of terrible washboard which gives your back and your bike a hard time. The rest has been perfectly paved by Chinese. We rode together with Nikki and Stephan the Dutch couple we met in Addis Abeba. In Marsabit we stayed at Henry’s Camp, a Swiss guy who lives in Kenya for 38 years. We decided to do a chicken BBQ and met a retired couple from Zurich with their Land Rover. They seem to enjoy their retirement as they have a year for the same route as we do and Hanni prepared a tasty salad for us. Until Marsabit it was all good. The next day Alex had a puncture in his front tire, than Rolf had a front wheel blower as well. Stephan likes this kind of challenges, he managed to repair it in a record time of only 13min. Rolf’s blower happened in the village of Isiolo and attracted a big crowd. One little boy stole Stephan’s phone but we managed to catch the thief and got the phone back. On the way we passed many Masai shepards in their beautiful traditional clothes, but photos they don’t like, except you pay money, which we will never do. Our next stop was Nanyuki, again a beautiful ride trough the mountains with curvy roads, We could catch a glimpse of the second highest mountain in Africa Mt. Kenya and it’s snow covered top. The region is over 2000 meters above sea level and is famous for farming and British soldiers, that train their skills in an army base. We drove further south to Lake Naivasha which is famous for Hippos and all sorts of birds. We have to admit that since we’re in Africa we kind of become bird spotters. The diversity of birds is so immense that in certain areas you will find more different kind of birds, than in entire Great Britain. So we planned an early morning boat ride on Lake Naivasha and did not get disappointed. Hippos, waterbocks, flamingos, pelicans, cormorans, eagles, African stork, king fisher and many more animals we saw. On the rest of the day Dorian could fix his broken pannier rack, again some local welding action did the trick. As we saw the crazy traffic on the main road the day before, we decided to go off the beaten. We figured that only if you go off the beaten, you’ll meet the rural locals and see how people really live. So it happened that on Rolf’s 33rd birthday we went for a mud bath. The scenic drive trough little villages was just a fabulous experience. The only transport on this roads are little Chinese 125cc motorbikes which cost around 800 USD and it is really impressive what these guys load on their bikes and how they manage to go trough the mud. It took us 5 hours for 75km so we got once more stuck in a town we don’t even know the name of. But good things happen always in such situations. We couldn’t find a place to stay, but suddenly a car stopped and the driver asked us what we are looking for. “Accommodation.” “Ok, no problem follow the vehicle.” So we did and ended up in a Catholic Mission, with brilliant warm showers, clean rooms, wireless internet and a fantastic meal. What else to ask for. The next day we drove trough tea plantations to Kisumu at the shore of lake Victoria. In the beautiful Dunga Hill Camp we pitched our tents. It seemed to be the hotspot for locals. On weekends, a DJ is playing music, the beer was cold and the sun downer out of this world. We where in the mood to go out and found a crazy party city with a modern Kenyan crowd. Basically wherever Africans hear music, they dance. Our friends from Holland left early the next morning to Kampala, we needed to rest another day. After a week in Kenya (you could easily spent a month here) it was time for Uganda.

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  • #1

    Hösli Martin (Samstag, 06 Dezember 2014 23:40)

    Hoi zäme,
    Supersache die ihr da mit den Motorräder macht. Wäre auch mal was für mich gewesen, nun leider etwas zu alt. Weiterhin viel Spass und keine Unfälle.
    Mit Gruss Martin

  • #2

    Räth Ernst (Montag, 15 Dezember 2014 15:35)

    Liebe Jungs
    Besser spät als nie! Eigentlich wollte ich euch schon lange für den tollen Bericht danken. Auch die sensationellen Bilder, speziell die der Vögel, waren natürlich ein Highlight. Soeben habe ich in der Zeitung gelesen, dass auf dem Tanganyikasee eine überladene Fähre bei heftigem Wind gekentert sei. (Aber das muss man nicht unbedingt erleben.) Also toi, toi, toi für eine unfallfreie und gesunde Weiterfahrt.
    Gruss Dad

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