Went for a ride in the Capital of Kenya.The roads are terrible is all I can say worse than any I have ridden in the UK. The drivers push, shove aim at everyone but do not hoot.

If the bike is not going down the inside or on the pavement they think you are mad as thousands of them do. The death rate for bikes is herendous, IAM wwant to volenteer?

Saying this tactics, go across a junction next to a lorry or bus, smile and wave and can not count the number of cars who have squeezed up my inside to say nice bike, where am I from, here am I going, can they help me, Really fantastic people just overcrowded.

Riding out of town, I can not see the scenery as you have to constantly atch out for pot holes or unmarked speed humps if its tarmac. For miles around Nairobi it is frantic. Tomorro I am going down the motorway which is apparantly worse. The drivers can do 100 and lane discipline does not exist. Oh well, just like M2 I suppose.

Weather is great, clothes ashed for packing and drying outside while I eat and play.

Hope to sleep near hippos and flamingos tomorrow night, hope the fence keeps them at bay.

The giraffe were an amazing sight, bikes not allowed in reserves but these got so close, no fear and apparantly even lions do not go for them as they have a massive kick, not that I want to find out. Oh well off for the ride back guesthouse after some food, chicken and plaintain mashed.