We were stopped for speeding on the way to the border. We came around a corner going downhill and immediately slowed down in response to the 50km sign visible. I insisted we werent speeding and asked to see the radar, the cop handed Duncan a list of fines and asked what we could pay on the spot. Um, nothing we just spent the rest of our Ugandan money on water, plus we werent speeding. Just write us the fine and I'll dispute it - in the end she let us go thanking us for our apology once she realised we werent going to give her a 'little something'. What apology! We werent speeding and we didnt apologise. Grrr.
The Kenya border didnt require us to fill out any forms and only charged us $25.00 each for the visa which was mysteriously priced $25.00-$50.00 on the sign on the window. We got the carnet stamped and registered with the police then walked by a small herd of cows lying in the shade of the border building like a pack of dogs (which is what we initially thought they were) back to the Landy and out the other side to Kenya. The road is impressive - in a bad way.
Its like the tarmac has melted and rehardened many times so there are deep ruts in the middle of the road where the tyres of the many trucks have repeatedly pressed the hot tar down. Later on the road the tarmac was ribbed with huge corrugations like a long series of judderbars.
We stayed at Naiberi River Camp which had excellent facilities including a swimming pool. The irrepressible owner, Raj made us very welcome and insisted Duncan take the Landy down to his company workship to get some cracks in the roofrack welded. On the Saturday Duncan joined him for a chicken curry lunch with the local Motor Club full of old south asian expats.
The Kenya border didnt require us to fill out any forms and only charged us $25.00 each for the visa which was mysteriously priced $25.00-$50.00 on the sign on the window. We got the carnet stamped and registered with the police then walked by a small herd of cows lying in the shade of the border building like a pack of dogs (which is what we initially thought they were) back to the Landy and out the other side to Kenya. The road is impressive - in a bad way.
Its like the tarmac has melted and rehardened many times so there are deep ruts in the middle of the road where the tyres of the many trucks have repeatedly pressed the hot tar down. Later on the road the tarmac was ribbed with huge corrugations like a long series of judderbars.
We stayed at Naiberi River Camp which had excellent facilities including a swimming pool. The irrepressible owner, Raj made us very welcome and insisted Duncan take the Landy down to his company workship to get some cracks in the roofrack welded. On the Saturday Duncan joined him for a chicken curry lunch with the local Motor Club full of old south asian expats.
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