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HITCH HIKING IN KENYA – PART VII

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© Rohini Das, 2015

Shit. I braced myself for the impact as the oncoming car slammed its brakes, locking them and coming at us like a rocket, tires spewing blue smoke. Roger, the truck driver I had caught a ride with from Nakuru to Eldoret, calmly hit his brakes. Along with Wilson who was lying on the bunk and Kamau who was squeezed in the middle, we all asked to be spared by whatever divinity drives us – Roger the Dodger.

 

 

I just hoped it wouldn’t hurt as I clenched every muscle in my body. Even the ones behind my ears. Oddly enough, with Ol’ Red straddled between my legs, all I could think of was, Don’t let the guitar get smashed.

In the last minute, the driver of the car, upon seeing that he wouldn’t be coming to a full stop without using the truck as a barrier, figured that the smart, life-saving, thing to do would be to swerve towards his right and come to a final halt in the ditch.

Breathing out, I looked back to see that he was alright as we trucked along. Roger tsk-tsk-tsking as I slowly released everything that was clenched. Perhaps preacher David, who picked me up from Nairobi, had sent out a prayer for me. I had hiked from Parklands (where the legend that is Chris hosted me for the evening) to Westlands what felt like 4 K’s in Kenya’s morning sun.

I attempted to hitch along the Uhuru highway (A104) but to no success until I finally caught a ride with Teche.

“I’m a chef,” he said as he drove me five minutes down the road, going out of his way to take me to a better hitching spot. “I specialise in Japanese cuisine.”

“I know how to roll sushi,” I said, reflecting on my days as a manager of a pan-Asian restaurant back in Lorne. Thanking him, I hopped off and, waving on every matatu and bus, began to hitch.

After an hour of nothing I hiked it down the road to the next bus stop where there was shade. I set up shop and for the next hour worked my left arm like a windmill until the only vehicle to stop was one driven by a cop who asked if I was alright.

“Yeah, just trying to hitch a ride towards Uganda,” I said.

“I’m sorry, I’m just around,” he smiled.

“You sure? You don’t wanna go up country?” I asked.

He laughed and wished me well as he drove off. I waited a little longer before deciding that I should hike again. I picked up my gear and turned around to discover a black, tinted-window Toyota Hilux awaiting me.

Where the hell did it come from?

I approached the window and was welcomed by David.

“I’m just heading to Limuru Town, about 20 K’s down the road,” he said.

“I’ll take it,” I grinned, loading my gear into his backseat.

“When I was in Switzerland,” he reflected, “a stranger helped me out and I made a promise to myself that I will always help a stranger in need.”

“Well,” I grinned, “if I ever bump into that stranger I’ll shake his hand.”

The conversation went into the standard, “Not married? Do you plan too? No kids? Do you plan too? Not going back to Australia? Do you plan too?”

I gave him the lo-down of my philosophy – Expect nothing, always get something and plan nothing, you’ll never be disappointed which blew his mind.

“Wow,” he said. “I have never thought of it like that.”

He dropped me by the highway where ten minutes later I was picked up by Philip.

“I’m a policeman,” he said as we headed towards Nakuru, 157 K’s north of Nairobi. “I have been based in Mombasa but now I’m in Nairobi.”

We drove on shooting the breeze. Two hours later he dropped me by a service station where a truck pulled over with Roger the Dodger, Wilson and Kamau who picked me up at 14:00 on the dot.

“We are going to Eldoret,” Kamau said.

“Sweet,” I handed him my gear.

“It is very far,” he continued, trying to discourage me.

Eldoret was 156 K’s north of Nakuru. It should be a two-hour drive by any standard.

“I got time,” I said, handing up my guitar.

“It will take four hours,” he said.

Four hours?!? Welcome to the slowest truck in Africa carrying bags of cement.

indexAt 18:30 we arrived in Eldoret where I was directed to the Hotel Comfy which rejected my barter and sent me to the Hotel Horizon which accepted.

The next morning, after breakfast, I walked back to the highway and through Eldoret, almost getting lynched by the matatu and taxi drivers that were fighting over who will take me.

“Where are you going?” they shouted, trying to grab at me as though I were Michael Jackson.

“I’m going that way,” I grinned and kept walking, ignoring them. They appeared to be in shock that a human would actually utilise their legs for walking.

I finally managed to make some distance between the town and the passenger-craving drivers when Steve pulled over.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Uganda,” I said. Before I could say anything more he commanded me to,

“Get in. I can drop you about 30 K’s before the border.”

Steve is a civil engineer who runs his own company and has been politically appointed to collaborate in putting together a new department for the county of Kakamega (Kenya is divided into 47 counties. Each with their own governor. Kinda like states. Just counties).

“These roads are being built by the Italians,” he informed me as we bumped along an uneven road. “They’re not very good at building roads.”

It wasn’t just the Italians playing the construction game of Kenya. The Israelis and the Chinese were also partaking with better outcomes.

He dropped me off in Myanga where I had barely taken five steps to get over the speed hump when a blue Nissan Pathfinder pulled over. Dusty and full of electronic equipment, Oscar and Moses were doing map surveying for Navtech GPS.

“Moses, you splitting the seas?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I’m gonna take you to the Promised Land,” he chuckled as he turned up Xzibit on the radio. “I love old school gangsta rap.”

After explaining my ways and that I was based in Kilifi for the past four months, Oscar told me how he had proposed to his then fiancée in Kilifi Creek, the very creek I was living by with Musafir.

“I hired a Swahili dhow and we had some wine at sunset and I proposed.”

“Nice one, mate,” I grinned. “Did she say ‘yes’?”

“We got married last year.”

They were kind enough to drop me off at the border post where the boda-boda (motorbike taxis) riders began to hassle me. One guy, with a huge smile, decided to take me for free to save me the walk.

I was stamped out of Kenya (to which I shall return in November) and went to get stamped into Uganda.

Continued in Hitch Hiking in Uganda – Part I

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HOTEL HORIZON

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Photo courtesy of Hotel Horizon

“You will be safe there,” Kamau pointed to Hotel Comfy just off the main street of Eldoret. Thanking them for the slowest ride I’ve ever experienced, I went in to suss out my chances of bartering a bed and dinner for the night.

“I am not authorised,” said Nelson behind the reception desk after hanging up with the manager who had left. “But you can try at Hotel Horizon.”

He gave me directions and I walked back to the highway, took the first right then the first left and entered the seven storey building. I was greeted by Hilda, one of the friendliest and kindest people I’ve come across on this journey of mine.

“I have a great aunt called Hilda,” I grinned as I explained my ways and showed her and Godfrey my website and pages to prove that the numbers I was telling them were no lies.

“We will provide you with a room, dinner and if you can, play some music at the bar on the mizzen floor.”

I had a feeling she’d say yes. There was good energy in this hotel. I was escorted by Godfrey to the elevator and was dropped off the first floor, one floor above the bar. My room, 109, was opened by the bell boy and I walked into a double bedder and private shower.

The room had a small flat screen TV, ample cupboard space and a large window overlooking the hotel next door.

I headed to the bar with my guitar and set up in the corner. The bar was lit in a neon blue light. There were a few guests and I began to jam some tunes to the crowd’s pleasure (I hope. It was too dark to tell if anyone was disappointed).

After my set I headed down to the restaurant set on the ground floor with an open kitchen and a warm atmosphere. I was attended with pure warmth and friendliness by the staff and had a dinner of creamy mushroom soup followed by a lemon and mint roast chicken with a side of roasted potatoes (reason why there’s no photo was that I was too hungry after surviving on digestive biscuits and carrots on the truck to Eldoret). A massive and very satisfying serving.

I was introduced to Chris and Suzie, relatives by marriage of Hilda’s. Chris is an Australian so it was an obligation to have a beer with him at the bar. We conversed well past midnight when I retired to bed and had one of the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time.

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MALAWI TIPS – CONTINUED

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Some more valuable tips for the hitchers of Africa:

http://hitchhikershandbook.com/2015/09/10/malawi-hitchhiking-essentials/#comment-44212

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NEW PLATFORM WITH THE ELEPHANT JOURNAL

indexNow you can read about some of my adventures on Elephant Journal​:
http://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/09/the-treehouse-effect/

The amazing photos are by the very talented Rohini Das. Check out more of her work at
https://www.facebook.com/UnboundEtherPhotographyByRohiniDas?fref=ts

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