Jambo from Kenya
Ah… What a change!
Our first day in Northern Kenya and it's so peaceful. We don't have to duck and dove for rocks or put up perimeter fencing around our camp anymore. Plus you can actually stop and have a decent conversation with the locals as most of the speak English and are friendly and welcoming us into their country. Karibu (welcome) is shouted at us as we ride past.
The ride was a great 80km from the Moyale border town to Sololo, a little town in the middle of nowhere. There is a shop with a warm coke or two an a few camels, cows and baboons roaming the camp but that's all. However, the roads are horrible: corrugation, rocks and sand the whole way. For the road bike riders it's definitely not that much fun but for the mountain bikers it is just short of heaven. I just can't see myself on a road bike with no suspension on these horrible roads.