Getting Your ‘Travel’ On

As of many of my friends, I am pretty sure there aren’t many of you who have traveled much around our beautiful country. I used to judge people by how many provinces they have been to, even just passing through. However, with the change of the administrative boundaries and structure, I bet it will be more fun right now if I ask you how many counties you have been to. That really breaks it down to a lot more corners of Kenya.

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Best Sunset Views? Probably

Are you a sunset lover? Ever watched sunsets in the wild? Wait, ever been to the wild? If your answer is yes to both questions, then you understand the feelings that engulf you then. If it is a ‘NO’, I actually have no words to describe you to get out there. Maybe the photos will help, but I cannot explain the feeling you get.

To Hell & Back

Nyambura Mutanyi

Actually, to Hell’s Gate.

I went there on the Sunday before Madaraka Day with a friend to camp over one night.

It was my first time camping without a large group (Scout/school group) and I was filled with anxiety. What if it didn’t work out & there we were; stranded in a national park? I shudder to imagine.

We took public transport till the road to Elsa Gate. It was slightly under KSh 300 to get there (Ksh 200 from Nairobi to Naivasha Town, KSh 80 to the Elsa Gate bus stop) and then KSh 100 for a boda boda to the Elsa Gate.

We had thought of hiking to our campsite but the urge to cycle was strong so we thought of renting a KWS bike. There were none (they rent bikes out at KSh 600) so we got one from one of the bike rental guys at the bus…

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Dear Travel Diary: Into The Hills Part 2

Dear Travel Diary: Into The Hills Part 1 

Never give up, and be confident in what you do. There may be tough times, but the difficulties which you face will make you more determined to achieve your objectives and to win against all the odds. – Marta

Those were words that used to ring in my mind when I used to go for my morning run, or when doing laps in training (when I used to play that lovely game), but not today. Half past one, with 7 hills to concur, with a group of ‘picnic enthusiasts’ I had misled into hiking, wasn’t an ideal situation. It was already a long afternoon. “Can we just sit here, take selfies and then go back?” – not sure whose words, but Pauline, Yvonne or Linda wouldn’t be a farfetched guess.

Going up!