We landed in Kapsowar at the hospital that Marc and Kylie live at without much incident. Our travels started by catching the easy coach express from Nairobi to Eldorate, 2 hours away from the hospital. The easy coach bus was fairly new and quite comfortable for traversing the deteriorated roadways known as highways here. I actually think they’ve improved quite a bit from my memories. Apart from almost taking out 2 donkeys we had a smooth sail. After a short break in Eldoret we picked up transport in the back of a truck with up to 15 others at one point through the pouring rain. The truck was covered and made for a pretty squished experience along the water drenched slushy road. Only once did the thought of bolting from the back of this vehicle seriously cross my mind when we started to slide sideways down the road while averting a semi that was stuck in the middle of the road.


We’ve been in Kapsowar enjoying the hospitality of Marc and Kylie. They have a great little home here on the hospital compound and I been just taking it easy walking around meeting people and eating lots of Ndazi and chai which would be a type of donut.


After a good day of intermitant rain it let up enough for me to take Marc’s bike out for a rip along the local roads here to some great vantage points. Everywhere I can see is rolling valleys and steep hills covered with little sectioned off lush, lush green small farms. I meandered up and down some great slick roads up to a cell phone tower and enjoyed the spectacle that I was making for the locals. People are everywhere and children will pop out of nowhere ready to follow or just snicker at the oddity. I had a great time with the interactions and stopped to make some aquantences at a local chai spot.




There were a few guys ready to chat it up and it was a good test for my broken Swahili and their broken English to communicate. I think five guys took turns trying out Marc’s bike but I don’t think they were too impressed. To each their own I suppose.

I’m exhausted now I suppose I’m not used to the cycling at 7000+ feet altitude on a high high carbohydrate diet.


I thought I would be able to escape work but as I rounded a corner along a road while biking I ran into this kiosk and couldn’t help but capture the moment of irony. Unfortunately it was closed so I could find out what was being imported to the kenyan highlands.