In Nairobi, Kenya...a nightmare ride !

Downtown "Nairobbery", Kenya.

After a very impulsive decision, me and Tobias took one backpack and sat ourselves down on the nightmare 16 hours ride from Kampala, crossing the Kenyan border, and finally hitting the destination, the capital of Kenya, NAIROBI, also better known as Nairobbery!!

The kamikaze-driver had a serious issue with suicidal thoughts, it felt like as if he really wanted everbody on the bus DEAD! He aimed at every big hole on the road and every piece of stone their was, on the road which only had 30% of asphalt. The women were actually screaming for their lives, as the driver was trying to be a Modern Brave heart through the Jungle!

We encountered trucks and other vehicles that couldn’t really fit the road, so a lot of times our driver was driving outside the road! For the first time in our lives, we were really afraid that we were going to Heaven (or Hell!). When we crossed the Kenyan border, the military police searched all Sudanese and Congolese refugees that didn’t have any valid IDs. I’m telling yah, the military police could rough up the refugees like George W Bush hunts Terrorists!

Every 10km, the Bus was stopped by heavily armed Highwaypatroll officers, with ”spikmattor” (look it up in a Swedish dictionary if you want to know what it is). And their was at least 40 stops on the way to Nairobi.

Nairobi is without a doubt a modern city, with a higher pulse, tougher environment and with a Kilimanjaro-high-crime-rate! As the Lonely Planet say “Nairobi, or Nairobbery, as it is often called by residents, is now regarded as the most dangerous city in Africa. There are robberies, muggings, and carjackings every day in the city, and a recent survey revealed that 40% of Nairobis residents had been mugged in the past year!!”

After a few not maybe so exciting days in Nairobi it was time to take on the daredevil rough drivers back to Uganda and Kampala. The same thing happened as I explained above, except that our bus broke down at 6:00am, after 14hours drive. We were stranded in the middle of the bush, but as the problemsolving dudes we are, we hitchhiked with another bus which contained a bus full of Sudanese refugees that were kind of stressed out after the humble interaction with the Kenyan border police.

Well, if we put it like this, we’re freaking happy to be back in laidback, safe and secure Kampala!

In a few hours we're heading up to Iganga and the Americans...sometime during the weekend, its Mbale and Bubulo !

Assanti Banna ( "Thank you brother" in Kiswahili! )