Tuesday the second and thanks to Richard for the lift to Gatwick. Booked in three hours before flight which was delayed sat stuck the headphones in my ears and opened the Kindle. Boarded the plane and managed to sleep through dinner and breakfast. Got off in Dubai and had a two hour wait before boarding the plane for Nairobi. Bit more sleep but started to chat to very interesting lady next to me and next thing we were landing. Considering the airport was so badly burnt down the rebuilding is amazing, infastructure basic but al working and buildings going up and an amazing pace.

Found out bike was still in UK, but arriving for overnight so got in a taxi for forty kilometre trip to bed for the night. excellent conversation, man put up with stupid questions and actually very helpful. Booked in and went to bed.

Thursday, did the eating bit, why do people give us an English breakfast? I wanted a Kenyan one. Local Kenyan coffee is great though. Guest house phoned a taxi for return trip and once again struck really lucky. He knew nothing about customs but spoke the language and found customs shed, fixer and helped immensly. All he wanted was the agreed taxi fare for the trip. Had been warned it could cost hundreds and take up to three days to get the bike out. Agreed the fee with the fixer and that he would have it out by lunchtime. He did it, ran me ragged ending up giving him some money, papers for the bike, passport, carnet and going for a local lunch with the taxi driver. Got a call saying all done at twelve but stopped for lunch. Two oclock and bike was in yhe yard with people unpacking it and ohhing and arrging at the machine, hours worth of chat and off I went. Need a fixer I have one for you less than a hundred pounds and he payed all but the legal costs. No one asked me for anything other than agreed before hand but I did tip all those who helped and the driver a big one for all the help and money he saved me.

Headed into the Nairobi traffic, all you London commuters, you have seen nothing, it was manic, I almost got into about fifty taxis with the bike, same looking signs as the UK but ignored by all as far as I could see. They have 125cc taxi bikes here, hundreds of them (Job for Ian B. here if he can handle the law breaking. Had a policeman wave me past the traffic on double whites and he ask me why I was waiting. 40k with even worse road surfaces than Kent later arrived at the sacnctuary of the guest house. Yesterdays taxi driver was waiting to see the bike and had his picture taken on it and then proceeded to tell me the bike was worth 1.5 million Kenyan shillings, I am a millioaire at last.

Need to sort out insurance for bike tomorrow and COMESA or our green card equivalent tomorrow. Final note, the people are amazing so far all helpful and talkative, fantastic experience so far but then only at the beginning so hope it keeps going like this.

Got the insurance sorted all the way to SA, yellow card thanks to the taxi driver, got baack and went for a ride. Drivers are stiil mental, thanks IAM and Offroad people for thr required skill.

Went out todaay for a ride To lake Magadi but got side tracked by the dirt road, rock roads, sheer mountain sides and at times foot paths through the bush. Dropped the bike and have a lovely rainbow bruise and a dent in the box thanks to my ankle. Road for several hours totally lost on tracks not even on the GPS and have to say it was fun now I am back. All you who think greenlaning is the business need to come over here.

Went to Niavasha to see flamingos but could not stand so went to see some giraffe.

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