My Travel Adventures

For one of my last weekends in Nairobi, I decided to visit Hell’s Gate. I booked a spot on a joint tour with a pick-up at seven in the morning, which I made with a delay of a minute or two because the guard at my compound had hidden the keys to the gate in a new spot. The drive from Nairobi to the park took about two hours. On the way, we made a quick stop at a lookout over the Great Rift Valley, which I had never seen with such good visibility: I could even recognise the ridges of Mount Longonot. We also managed to squeeze in a quick stop to place an order for our lunch and another to test out our bikes.

My day trip to Lake Nakuru began inauspiciously. Right after we left Runda, we drove past a police car whose occupants had apparently detained the passengers of a smaller passenger vehicle. My driver slowed down with undisguised interest and rolled down his window to ask one of the detainees what was going on. In the darkness of the night – it was only half past five when we drove out – they had hit and killed two people crossing the road.