not move a few branches and leaves gene ground and a moment later, look over a larger number of monkeys let that happen afterwards without any shyness with children and grandchildren the way to our front door. And all with no extra fee for safaris. Well, we are back again. Our day began with a small city tour of Nairobi and visit the conference center, and in the accompanying Towers (see picture) and the city from above (no picture).
Impressive precautions gave us an incredible sense of security: Am 
Eingang zum Gelände gab es ähnlich dem Flughafen Metalldetektor-Durchgänge, jedoch wurden unsere großen Rucksäcke sowie sämtliche anderen Gepäckstücke außen vorbei gegeben und die Schranke piepste trotz diverser Münzen, Schlüssel und Taschenmesser kein bisschen. Also alles ok.
Vor der Fahrt mit dem Highspeed-Aufzug nochmals Sicherheitskontrollen. Diesmal mit Röntgenscanner, der jedoch außer Betrieb war. Also flüchtige Taschenkontrolle und freundliches Nachfragen der Dame am Schalter, ob das sogleich aus dem Rucksack herausfallende Klappmesser zum Verletzen oder Töten bestimmter People on the Aussichtsplattfor m is expected. My insecure denial calmed the lady at once. Now then: Trust, but verify. ? Hmm ...
The trip by train from Kenya Railways was another little adventure and wonder of wonders, we were not a bit late in Mombasa. From our arrival in Mombasa parted in Nairobi but also without delay or 14.5 hours, which we have laid back, unfortunately, mostly in the impenetrable darkness. We traveled first class sleeping car, something else is not recommended, according to all guides for die-hard backpackers. By us used part of the train was actually quite comfortable, although all the equipment in and on the train still appears to belong to the original equipment, so at least 80 years old. The German colonial period have been expected at the time of commissioning, at least not so long past, because there are some labels even in German. A Dane told me later that s he was with the train in 1972 than it was then 7 years on the road and would have nothing really changed except the food. It seemed to be so. About the history of Kenya Railways and the railway line to take a look at the Wikipedia article. the time of our departure was already pitch dark and so we had not much more left than waiting for the dinner and talk with our newly married American neighbors in the train, which had filled at least half her compartment with luggage and climbing gear and on the way beach and then to the summit of Kilimanjaro was.
The dinner we got - an hour earlier than expected and actually served in the dining car: White tablecloth and waiters in white Luvrs served a kind of stew, fried chicken, rice, potatoes and some others. While you had all what you do not get served on a plate, extra pay, but whatever. We are on vacation.
were now then our beds made and a nap, we could do after the sightseeing tours in the past few days probably just fine. The doors should be closed at night to guide the conductor well, since the train stops again and again children were increased in the trains and made it easier often blissfully slumbering passengers to some valuables.
on pretty rubbish and Geruckel, squeaking and creaking, where so many a reader of this blog would probably not sleep, we slept really at least in stages up to the bells of the bell the next morning about 6.30 clock. That seemed to be ringing through loud attention-making personnel pleasure to have on several occasions repeated passing of our compartment, so that Samuel thought about taking the bell as a souvenir to take home.
Well, we expected only 3 hours and a breakfast, before we would get to and from Mombasa. Meanwhile, it was very bright and always lined the slow-moving or even stationary train larger numbers of children who made some waving, some asking for money and attention to the fact hoped that the alte Zug mit seinem wertvollen Inhalt irgendetwas verwertbares fallen lassen würde, was wohl auch hin und wieder vorkam.
Schon kurz vor 10, also lange vor Samuels üblicher Aufstehzeit erreichten wir Mombasa und erlebten eine erstaunlich ruhige Ankunft. Kaum nervende Taxifahrer, eigentlich gar keine Flycatcher, dafür aber mildes Klima und Sonnenschein.
Nun fielen uns nochmals die anderen Zugwaggons auf, aus denen teils schwer bepackte Menschen, überwiegend Frauen, mit etlichen Säcken Mais und anderen Rohstoffen geklettert kamen. Was muss das für die Afrikaner wohl für ein Empfinden sein, that the Wazungus obviously have never needed to transport large quantities of food, just can buy everything everywhere and lots seem to have money and they call home not even a decent field, or at least a cow you own. If you our luggage with all the technical bells and whistles , the outdoor equipment and would put to life itself superfluous gadgets that corn bag packed next to the mother of countless children, there would be a grotesque image. The question of who in the middle of 
could survive the Pampa longer ...
walked from the train station together with Andrea and her son Jonathan, 2 Germans we met spontaneously at the station, because the world is small, taxi and ferry further south of Mombasa on the beach, we tried high life and to get a night without a reservation, what then succeeded without problems for the appropriate price.
meantime, we are here to come in a relatively 
comfortable lodge with pool, have to walk about 300 meters from the beach and a pub with a TV just around the corner.
also the last game of black-clad troops again, we have not missed, although the mood was not nearly as loaded as the last game in the ger school in Nairobi.
Despite the luxury and the now vanished 
monkey's going back this afternoon to Mombasa Town for a little sightseeing and hopefully successful booking of bus tickets to Dar es Salaam early for tomorrow. There you can find us then to Wednesday morning in Luther at the hostel's right on the harbor. Karibuni sana!
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