Moyale, Mo Problems!

Moyale doesn't really have a lot to offer apart from being a border town, so after a few hours sleep we got out packs on our backs again and started looking for means of transport taking us even further south. After a few hours haggling we managed to get a ride with a truck carrying stinking cow hides. During my travels I have been on many a bad road but the one between Moyale and Marsabit is a very possible contender for worst road ever, even calling it a road is doing it too many favours. And not only is the stretch of dirt bad it is also infamous for it's banditry and just days before our passing the area had blossomed into a tribal war, leaving traces of burnt down huts and school buildings along the way. We sat on top of the truck in scorching sun on the extremely bumpy and dusty dirt-track gripping onto the iron bars for dear life over 11 hours before finally reaching Marsabit. By the time we arrived every muscle had been exercised with the glutus maximus taking most of the punishment and the warm shower which awaited at our hotel was one of the most rewarding I've ever taken. The following day was spent exploring Marsabit which is your typical roadside African town, kind of like something out of an old western movie, containing a bank, a small market, some small bars and a few dodgy hotels/brothels all set along a red dirt road. Surrounding the town is a number of extinct volcanic craters which we tried to find, however the one which we did see was flooded and not very special. After two nights we continued on the bumpy road to Isiolo this time choosing the slightly pricier and more comfortable option of bus, about halfway into the drive our behinds were blessed as the Chinese labourers had managed to put down tarmac for the rest of the journey. Isiolo is pretty much a larger version of Marsabit with the same commodities on offer just in a wider variety set along an asphalt road and with Africa's second highest mountain, Mount Kenya, as it's backdrop. We did the usual walkabout and then moved on toward Nairobi. Our first minibus took us to Nanyuki where we could get on the back of a motorbike which dropped us at the equator. At the imaginary divider of the world we could stare in amazement at the wonders of physics as Coriolis Effect was demonstrated to us before getting several cramped vans to the Kenyan capital.