I was so glad to be heading for the Ethiopian border after a long drawn out debacle at the Ethiopian embassy, who seem hell bent on stopping people entering their country and spending money there! Clearly they have enough already! Still - perseverance prevailed and we got there in the end! Heading towards the border from my last stop at Archers Post, I got a What's app from Chris and Erin. I had met these guys at the last campsite in Nairobi and we found we had a lot in common. Not only were we heading in the same direction, albeit they were in a Land Rover, but they were also bikers who had ridden around the world together as a team many years before. They had gone with another couple (Rob and Emi from Holland) on the Tracana route a few days before but sadly Rob and Emi lost control of their vehicle on the gravel and found themselves rubber side up a long way from anywhere! Thankfully noone was hurt, the car was recovered and they all made it over to Henry's campsite just south of the border. This is where I caught up with them all.
Friday, 22 December 2017
Sunday, 17 December 2017
The Samburu Tribe

Friday, 1 December 2017
The Dorm of Doom!
One of the worst things about being British is that many of
us are cursed with the ‘over polite gene’. Oh it’s all very well if you are
born state side (come on! You know who you are! J
), but for us Brits, there is nothing worse than trying to remain selflessly
silent during long dark nights of social sleeping arrangements - especially
when you are dealing with a mischievous, selfish and unyielding mosquito!
I optimistically pull the mozzie nets over the bunk early. I
have another guest tonight and that makes it far worse when an attack happens.
It’s bad enough that the bed creaks every time I move (of course I will lie
uncomfortably for hours before I allow another creak to MAYBE disturb my fellow
snoozer) but killing a mozzie at midnight is not a silent affair. When he comes
to visit, like he has done every night since my tent leaked and I entered the
dorm, I will have no other defences than a one handed clap, a swift swipe and a
whispered curse. Frankly, this is just not enough!
I block all obvious exits and tuck myself in. Podcast on,
skin covered…and sleep!
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