February 11th, 2010
Leaving from Siaya, we tarried far too long. We had a long drive ahead of us, probably 2 hours. The thing about Kenyan roads is that potholes can be the size of small cows, trucks win because they have mass, don’t care, and are driving to some obscure deadline (ironically), and there are no lines in the middle or the side of the road. Compounding that terror, pedestrians, goats, cattle, human-driven carts, donkey-driven carts, motorcycles, bicycles, and any contraption in between ALL SHARE THE ROAD. This happens day and night. And at night, since there are no streetlights, and the African people have an automatic night-time camouflage, the drive is utterly terrifying.
It was obvious that we were getting into hairy situations when the sun was setting and we were only halfway to home. We bobbed, we weaved, we slammed on the brakes numerous times, we jockeyed, we prayed and eventually we made it home. When we saw the shore of Lake Victoria after the last rise, we broke into song- Malcom and me perhaps moreso than Rose and Paul, for whom this kind of driving is normal. Egad.
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