Limu-rest, so this place could just as hot here. are Finally we arrived back so far in Susi's nice domicile of each shot and road traffic and a bit damp and cold in the middle-lousy Cold. However, I am happy after our long journey to finally be here, because as before is my cute little infection have still not come across. I make today another day of blue on Susi's sofa, while Samuel and Susie again towards Nairobi travel.
I last wrote from the roof terrace of the backpacker hotels in Arusha, where you not only a wonderful view of Mount Meru (see the fifth-highest mountain in Africa) could enjoy, but also to the constantly mutating transport hub just outside the front door, hear the latter more-than-visible. You probably need a moment to recognize from the image on the right, now is whether left or right movement in Arusha. The question whether to give the hundreds of Dalla Dalla-drivers a clear answer to this question wöllten.
Well, my power of being old Arusha-day was, in essence, to organize for both of us bus tickets and that still herunterzuhandeln by a whopping $ 4, so we now unfortunately still a lot of Tanzanian shillings spare. In any case, was included in the service pick up from the hotel, which was very gratifying, especially since I was already a bit by the wind.
After a nice morning breakfast on the previously described roof terrace, which for me out of chamomile tea, chamomile tea und Kamillentee bestand, begaben wir uns zu vereinbartem Zeitpunkt ins Foyer unserer Unterkunft. Tatsächlich parkte fast pünktlich ein Fahrzeug vor der Tür und ein Aufkleber des Reiseunternehmens „Riverside“ verriet uns, dass wir die abzuholenden Kunden wären.
Tatsache, die Reise fing ganz nett an: Wir wurden abgeholt in einem geräumigem 6-Sitzer-Bus und einen kleinen Moment hatten wir tatsächlich davon geträumt, in diesem überaus gemnütlichen Gefährt Nairobi zu erreichen. Nach einer anfänglichen, schwer nachzuvollziehenden Stadtrundfahrt, bei der wider Erwarten keine weiteren Reisegäste eingeladen wurden, trafen wir jedoch kurz vor 8 auf einem kleinen privaten Busplatz ein, wo but then we switch to a larger shuttle bus should. Said and done, the luggage strapped to the roof and us in the remaining booths crushed: On we went to Nairobi!
the beginning of the trip, I still thought the initial moguls ought to lead us at some point on the highway to Nairobi, but rather the opposite was the case. Gradually, I realized that we were constantly in the middle at a construction site. Apparently, both Kenyans and Tanzanian leaders were aware that those links between Arusha and Nairobi was probably quite important, so that these must be removed. Unfortunate result of that consideration: about 400 km lange Strecke wurde auf ganzer Länge gleichzeitig gesperrt und saniert! So kam es, dass wir uns mit Ausnahme von wenigen Kilometern immerzu mal rechts mal links der künftigen Straße auf Sturzackern jenseits jeden Begriffs vorwärtsbewegten. Es rumpelte und schüttelte, es war unglaublich. Unmengen von Staub wurden aufgewirbelt, eingeatmet und wieder ausgehustet. Es war wirklich zum Heulen.
An der Grenze schließlich stapften wir die etwa 50 Meter Nowhere-Land (zwischen den Grenzpfosten) zu Fuß durch ca. 10 Zentimeter tiefen allerfeinsten rotbraunen Staub.
Ganz anders beeindruckend war indess der absolut abrupte Wechsel der Landschaft außerhalb des Busses. Von einem Moment auf den Second, we found ourselves in a dust-dry desert again, where you should keep all life in times of drought These kinds of impossible.
Still shuffling at longer intervals individual groups of striking red-blue-plaid-clad Maasai across this desolate and yet somehow fascinating desert dust, usually a small herd of cows are driven before.
All in all, this bus ride was still a significant imposition. If one keeps in mind that this track is just as much as the already described Mombasa, Dar-es-Salaam route to the north-south axis and east Africa, the quality of the road itself für gut trainierte Achterbahnfahrer haaresträubend.
Hinzu kam, dass uns nach ca. 5 Stunden, also der angesagten Reisedauer die Trinkwasservorräte ausgingen, die wir ehrlich gesagt für diese Reise auch nie besessen hatten. Ein kurzer Stopp an der Grenze gegen 11 Uhr war die letzte Pause, bei der wir unsere menschlichen Bedürfnisse befriedigen konnten. Und bis gegen 16 Uhr sollte unsere Reise noch dauern. Gut, dass ich das da noch nicht wusste. Ich wäre wohl kollabiert.
Völlig ausgetrocknet war ich, als wir kurz vor 16 Uhr in Nairobi endlich anhielten und so schleppte ich mich mit letzter Kraft noch vor dem Abladen des Gepäcks in irgendein Restaurant, um mir erstmal einen halben to pour gallons of water in the stomach. Phew, what had been for a tour!
I was really all. As a small downside, we made ourselves a taxi to Limuru, which is about three quarters of an hour's drive outside of Nairobi. After all, the small but normal marathon negotiations with the taxi driver I had accomplished, so we finally for 1700 Kenyan Shillings, just under 17 euros landed back here at the nest.
Our first route took us instantly into the "Children's Home" where we ran a large group of children also coincide with high-speed, no brakes in the stomach. Well at least that pain could laugh at himself: o) It was nice to be back. The kids know our names yet (a few of the kids I did too) and we were once again very warm welcome.
do today, as I said, I pause and an appropriate antibiotic called ciprofloxacin hydrochloride from Susi distributes's medicine chest to my stomach Carnival slowly but surely: Fortunately, Susie's family doctor in matters of preventive equipment with antibiotics more generous than mine.
So we stay now a good two days here in the nest. Tomorrow I'll probably mix with the crowd and again on Saturday ... so we'll see probably the best on Saturday.
Sun greets from Limuru a second time to thank your Philip, together with the absence shiny Samuel
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