Log in
Join travelers community
Your Profile
Logout
Bonjourno! Another VERY long one, but it has been two weeks, so lots to cover, and I promise you it’ll make you think in places. It’ll also definitely make you laugh at me. Enjoy the photos - the connection here is good, and the photos are low quality so it really didn’t take long to upload them. Thought I’d treat you near the end of my travels, especially after the blog length. But it’s quantity over quality. Have fun.
Back to the cradle of man - and 101 photos of Kenya!
Simon Wadsworth2006-09-04 11:09:08
Displayed times (last time: )
Rating: 4.00 out of 5.00. 1 members have rated this article
Bonjourno! Another VERY long one, but it has been two weeks, so lots to cover, and I promise you it’ll make you think in places. It’ll also definitely make you laugh at me. Enjoy the photos - the connection here is good, and the photos are low quality so it really didn’t take long to upload them. Thought I’d treat you near the end of my travels, especially after the blog length. But it’s quantity over quality. Have fun.
I survived Nairobi! Quite chuffed by this statement I am, especially as I went back through the city and stayed a night in the doomed River Road district. I would have normally bypassed this place, but Afsan had kindly dropped in from Boston, and having got on well climbing Mt Kinabalu together, a catch-up drink seemed the order of the day. It actually gave me the opportunity to explore Nairobi some more, the nice bits that is, and found some relatively pleasant areas, such as a few small patches of grass with no other people around…
However, ignoring standing out in the crowd like an elephant in a rabbit farm when arriving and departing with my big bag, the real test was to come that evening, walking back, alone, after midnight. It had been a good evening, catching up with Afsan, meeting her friend Maina, and a random from Toronto called Steve, anguishly watching England play, and dashing across the road to another bar during a powercut in the 81st minute! With few possessions on me, I saw no point in taking a taxi, and instead started the Mission Impossible soundtrack in my head as I covertly dodged my way back to my hotel, shifting past the hoodies and the prozzies, as if I was playing rugby once more. It was quite fun actually, in a morbid sort of way. I’m strange like that.
Lake Naivasha was the next port of call, though the ‘1hour trip’ took an agonisingly slow 6 hours; even the locals were getting restless - but it’s ok, as I passed the time eating sausages from window vendors.
...
See photographs from:
Kenya Gallery
