That was not all. I had three punctures between Gilgil and Naivasha and got some very threatening looks from a group of baboons picking out a packet of chips, its contents strewn on the road. There is nothing remotely amusing about been caught between a flat tire and a curious baboon with bigger biceps.
When driving on Kenyan roads, the biggest hazard is not suddenly emerging potholes but traffic police men. Most Kenyan drivers won’t readily admit to bribery charge unless they are matatu drivers but most of us, if asked politely will confess that we made a contribution to the police fund. So it comes as no surprise…