Nairobi – Forced (and unforeseen) rest

Chris Froome, who is he?

t21-sosta-nairobi1I should have been writing from at least one hundred kilometers from Nairobi, instead I write from the small bedroom which David’s boys have freed for me in the compound of Kikuyu, which is immediately after the more famous suburb of Karen, believed to be called like this because there Karen Blixen who wrote ‘Out of Africa’ used to live, the origin of the name is actually more complex even though Blixen herself declared that the suburb was named in her honor. Continue reading

Nairobi – Rest (as if it were…)

The first time I came to Africa it was really in Nairobi, I then passed by here many times throughout the years, but entering on a bicycle at the time when the factories aloes, finding myself immerged in traffic, overtaking hundreds of cars and trucks victims of roundabout and traffic lights, has a particular effect. I remembered the time spent stuck in traffic jams on the beltway in my previous life. I think that it will be difficult for me to feel again the same benevolent sensation towards traffic I felt yesterday!

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Twentieth stage

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I have learnt that it is better to cross the border in the evening there is less people it takes you less time and the day after you are ready to start again directly towards your new destination. Through Namanga I passed in the far 1998 when I climbed Kilimanjaro, which today I hoped to see in the distance but could not: the sky was covered, but I am not sure you can see it from where I passed.

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Nineteenth stage

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I am cycling for about 20 km on this road with dermatitis, it is full of rocks set on the ground, where I look for relief at the sides of the road where the condition is slightly better, 40 meters ahead an old man, Muslim I would say judging from the hat, bends down, picks up a stone in front of me, and throws it away on the ground outside the road, to make my cycling easier. When we meet he smiles and tells me safari njema, have a safe journey. After more or less 500 km of impossible road a similar gesture is difficult to forget … Continue reading