2.30AM
Hauled off the bus, metel detected, and then told to get back on again.
4.30AM
Down a fluro lit concrete corridor past rooms only rented by the hour, we brave the stinkiest dirtiest toilets we have ever seen (between us we have travelled bad repped loo countries of India/China/Thailand/Turkey). Back on the bus, Clare meditates moments of rest between dodging chicken pecks from under her seat.
6.20AM
Nairobi. A live Turkey boards the bus.
7.30AM
Clare discovers a rash of fifty bites on her back. Source? Unknown.
9.30AM
Two handcuffed prisoners board the bus, escorted by a policeman. They sit next to us, prisoners sharing one seat.
1.30PM
Lunch stop.
Clare: Can I get some vegetables?
Kenyan canteen man: We only have cabbage.
Clare: Okay. Can I have some cabbage?
Kenyan canteen man: NO!
Welcome back to Kenya.
After twenty four hours on a bus, we arrive Mombasa dirty and delirious. Anna has never felt filthier in her life. Clare is too obsessed with her bites to notice. The turkey is oblivious to all. Oh to be a Turkey!
It's time to splurge. We rack our stars up to two and we're in heaven.
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