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Lorry Nights

Lorry Nights

It’s dark. We left Marsabit an hour ago, by which time night had long fallen, but as I clamber down into the lorry’s cargo hold, the darkness becomes a dense, clinging oil. Occasionally pierced by small torches as the dozen or so others in the small space...
Nairobi to Isiolo – Frontier Country.

Nairobi to Isiolo – Frontier Country.

Taken straight out of my journal notes. Disclaimer for poor grammar,etc :) At the matatu station, I am relieved to find that there are still matatus departing for Isiolo via Nanyuki, despite Nairobi’s ungodly rush hour traffic thoroughly interfering with any...
Chasing Unicorns. The Sudanese Visa.

Chasing Unicorns. The Sudanese Visa.

Taken straight out of my journal notes. Disclaimer for poor grammar,etc It’s moving day again today. Somehow another three mosquitos managed to get into my mosquito net and haunt my dreams. I wonder sometimes if it’s not called a mosquito net because it...