|Delilah feeling the long hours|
We eventually reached a point about 40km before Marsabit, around 210km into the road and decided to stay over in a small village as the sun was setting. The “hotel” consisted of just a room with 3 beds, no shower, toilet or running water. Delilah and I decided to sleep outside in our tent, with the rest occupying the beds in the room. Paul (the Aussie), realized he had completely lost his bash plate on his bike … completely missing, including his toolbox on the front ... didn’t even notice he had lost it ... he thought he just went over a big rock
The next morning, we left for Marsabit …same story, lots of rocks and sand, then we started to get some really good clay/gravel road and all seemed like it would end as well as the previous day started. This lasted for about 5 minutes till it got really misty, you couldn’t even see 10m in front of you, not the worst thing in the world as the bikesa were not receiving the pounding they were getting previously.
On reaching Marsabit, we managed to find Pete, had some breakfast and then discussed our options. The final mutual decision was that it would be better for us to put the bikes on a truck for the next leg of the journey to Isiolo as they were just taking too much of a pounding and the £70 it cost per bike on the truck would be far less than the amount needed to repair the bikes later if we carried on with the road. While loading the bikes, we told Pete to carry on ahead as the trucks were quite a bit faster than the other vehicles on the previous leg.
|Biker (forgot the name, sorry) from SA, heading north to Cairo|
|The only scenic thing on the road. Really beautiful|