chaotic or challenging, even though
we were pushed onto the shoulder of
the road by many crazy bus drivers
who completely ignore the presence
of a motorcycle or often even a car
when they decide to overtake a slower
car or a truck in front of them.
Humming the melodies from the
soundtrack of Disney’s “The Lion
King” in our helmet intercoms, we
rode through the ever-changing
Kenyan landscape, from the vast
savannahs decorated with the iconic
flat-top acacia trees, through the small
village roads of bright red soil (which
turns into the most slippery mud you
can find on our planet when wet, or
disintegrates into deep sand if left dry
long enough), to the beautifully wind-
ing paved roads on the dreamy lush
green hills covered with forests and
tea plantations. We camped on the
hillside of the second highest moun-
tain in Africa - Mt. Kenya. Shared our
campground on the coast of Lake
Baringo with a lovely family of big fat
hippos, who came out of the water to
graze right next to our tent at night,
and we learned the hard way that all
our stuff must not be left scattered
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around our motorcycles while set-
ting up a camp, beca use the infamous
playful Vervet monkeys would dig into
it in no time!
The border crossing between Ken-
ya and Uganda, and frankly between
all the African countries we’ve visited
so far, was easy and relaxed. We were
expecting something more like the tu-
multuous crossings of Central Amer-
ica where one had to go on a quest
in the heat of 40 degrees centigrade
to find the right person in an erratic
crowd of people outside the customs
office, busy with various activities