DAY TEN We departed the quarry at 8:30 and drove. The country we passed through was lush, green and abundant. The people waved and shouted as we passed and several times we were stopped by soldiers with nothing better to do than hassle people.
I had a nasty fright at one point when we were passing a village and I was looking through the camera. A soldier saw me and started yelling for us to stop, the photographing of anything military being a big no-no. Luckily, the guards further on didn’t hear him shouting and we passed by. It would have been dicey though!
We passed through Jinja, which is the point where the White Nile leaves lake Victoria and begins its long journey north. All it is, however, is a power station and a group of soldiers on guard there prevented us from taking photos so it wasn’t very thrilling at all.
We got to Kampala at about 2:30, set up camp then went in search of a black marketeer to change some money. Mike, Scotty and I went, and after a lot of dealing, arguing, being taken up and down the street and in and out of several dress (!) shops, we finally changed £40 at 650 shillings per pound, and US$150 at 55/$. That gave us a stack of money 8 inches high or about 110,000 shillings we went back to camp and changed then went out for tea.
DAY NINE We had a pretty leisurely departure from the camp and headed for the border. As we got closer to Uganda, the roads worsened, with huge potholes and several places where we had to drive off the road to avoid great rifts in the road.
We stopped for lunch on the side of the road and a horde of children appeared from nowhere to watch us. Skip got out the frisbee and we kept them enthralled with that while we were there.
After lunch we continued on along the rutted road and at one point, along a stretch of really big holes and cracks, there was a road toll booth!! These Africans!!
Shoe shiners, Kenya.
We arrived at the Kenyan side of the border at 2:30 and spent an hour there then drove out of Kenya and along the ½-mile of no-man’s land. Money-changers approached us with huge wads of Ugandan notes and Mike changes a bit for fun.
The Ugandan side was patrolled by heavily-armed guards, Kalashnikovs slung over their shoulders, but the officials were friendly and most of us didn’t have any trouble. Unfortunately, the two Israelis, Uri and Yaid, were refused entry. The officials said that Uganda had no diplomatic relations with Israel and they would have to go back to Kenya. So, we left them standing in the dusty, wind-swept yard of the customs compound and drove away. They seemed not too surprised at what had happened and I guess that being Israelis, they would be used to getting the shitty end of the stick.
Anyway, we drove into the countryside, crowds of people waving at us, the country green and fertile. We stopped for a beer at a wayside bar, then found a campsite in a quarry.
DAY EIGHT We were up before dawn & had camp down, brekkie down and truck packed up by 7:45. We left the camp and drove about ½ a mile before the truck broke down! It was judged to be a burnt out generator as Mike and Scotty had put a new part into it yesterday and obviously hadn’t put it back together right!
Hanging around in an African town.
Anyway, we drove into town and hunted round for the cheapest diesel which it turned out couldn’t be got until 2:00 that afternoon. So it was decided to spend another night back at the lakeside camp. We bought some food in the market then Fran, Linda, Bron, Ian, Craig & Me retired to a coffee shop to write letters. In fact, I am writing this in the said coffee shop which is why some of the narrative is in past tense and some in the present. Ian and Craig have gone off to rip a street vendor off and we four are finishing out letters & eating disgusting hot chips. I will write up the rest of the day’s events tonight…
Eventually, the truck came back and we returned to the camp.
DAY SEVEN We were rudely awakened at 7:00 by a Pommie cunt shouting and blowing a whistle. Apparently we had kept him awake last night and he was getting revenge. So we gave him serious shit before he & his mate left!
Most people were pretty crook from a combination of sangria, hash-cake and dope so we all just lay around for the morning. I did some washing and Mike 7 Scotty did some repairs on the truck.
The after-effects of a big night on the sangria.
We spent the afternoon relaxing in the bar of the lodge, which looks out over the lake, and Fran, Linda, Brian and I did a deal with some local women for 7 freshly-caught fish which we paid the princely sum of KSH 100 for (£3-00). We cooked them up for tea wrapped in foil and they were really good.
At about 4:30, another Kumuka truck rolled in. It was a 4-week trip round Lake Victoria but it’s occupants weren’t very friendly so we didn’t have much to do with them.
We had a brief thunderstorm just on dark that didn’t come to a hell of a lot and most of us were in bed by 9:00.
DAY SIX We had a fairly leisurely get-up and were away from the camp at 8;30. We drove up into the town of Nakuru and spent 2 ½ hours there buying supplies. We took turns guarding the truck and we all went for a walk thru the crowded and chaotic market.
The drive up to Lake Victoria took us up into the highlands , through fertile, rolling farmland, the road we were following pot-holed and rough. We stopped for lunch at 9,104 feet and on the Equator. We had to make a hasty retreat into the truck as a squall hit us and we completed the rest of the trip with the sides down, sweltering like hot-house tomatoes.
We arrived at our campsite near Kisumu on the shores of Lake Victoria at about 4:30 and pitched our tents under our dark and stormy sky. There was a big lightning display as darkness fell but, luckily, the rain went round us.
Our camp beside Lake Victoria.
After a tea of bangers and mash we settled down to drink 2 saucepans of Sangria which is a lethal concoction of Cinzano, White Rum, Cane Spirit, Gin, red and white wine, and fruit. We were all pissed as rats when we went to bed at midnight.
DAY FIVE We got up at first light and had breakfast and broke camp. It took about 3/4 of an hour to drive to Lake Nakuru and get to our campsite. We set up our camp then drove out to see the flamingos.
Even from a distance, we could see the edge of the lake was fringed with a lovely pink colour and when we got to the edge of the lake we were greeted by the sight of millions of flamingos standing in the shallow, brackish water. It was a glorious sight and we took a lot of photos. We then moved up to the lookout above the lake called Baboon Bluffs and spent an hour or so there.
Flamingoes at Lake Nakuru.
Driving back down the hill, we took the road that led around the lake and stopped for lunch at a campsite beside some falls. It was a good place to stop as there was a make-shift shower there so everyone took the chance to have a wash.
Baboon Bluffs, Lake Nakuru.
We left there at about 2;25 and drove to the Lake Naivasha Lodge where we had drinks and a swim. As we were getting ready to leave it came on to rain so there was a mad dash to get the sides down¹.
We were about 10 minutes from the camp when we came across a family of leopards eating a freshly-killed waterbuck. Just to see a leopard is a rare thing but to see a family of 4 is exceptional. WE spent 1/2 and hour were photographing them although the light was getting pretty bad.
When we got back to camp we found that a group of idiots had pitched their tents right besides ours leaving no room. To park the truck. Scotty (who we had picked up at the Lodge) backed in right against the nearest tent. The camp cook from the other camp came over and there was a heated argument but it ended with the other lot shifting their camp.
¹The truck had canvas sides with PVC windows. The sides could be rolled up or down depending on the weather. For the first two months of the trip we drove with the sides up unless it was raining.
DAY FOUR Linda and I got up at 6:00 and I lit the fire as no-one on the cooking team seemed inclined to do so. We went down and had a wash in the creek then had brekkie & packed up the camp.
About 20 minutes after we left camp, we came across a lioness sitting on the side of the road. We spent 15 minutes watching her and after that amount of time she got sick of us and moved off. We drove for an hour or so, heading for the exit of Masai Mara, and on the way came across another lioness with her mate, basking in the sun. They are superb animals and weren’t the slightest interested in us.
We left the park and drove through the heart of the savannah land occupied by the Masai tribesmen. Semi-naked children waved & shouted at us and their elders stared stonily at us. There were Manyatta or villages dotted over the land – low, rounded houses made of cow-shit and straw surrounded by a fence of thorns to keep out the predators at night. Their stock are herded into the enclosure at night.
We bumped our way back out to Narok and had lunch there, then drove on up to Lake Nakuru. By the time we got there it was nearly dark and too late to go into the park, so we drove down a side road and camped in a paddock.