Jungle Junction

I'd previously booked into a hotel in Nairobi, but I did the cook's tour of the airport before leaving it, to make sure I knew where the bike would be arriving. That done, I set off in a "taxi" for the hotel. Hmmmm, he didn't really have much idea of where he was going, but eventually, once I opened the laptop and showed him on the mapping where he should be going, he got me there.

It was OK, I suppose, but my room was directly above the kitchens, so the cooks seemed to clatter and bang till about 12.30am or so, then start again about 4.30am in preparation for breakfast. Not conducive to good sleep, I'm sure. It was a shame that I was almost electrocuted the first time I showered, as the showerhead collapsed when the hot water tap was turned on, and needed to be stuck back together, and water and electricity should not be mixed! I got shocks as I tried to stick the offending piece back in, hoping that water came out in a basic shower pattern, rather than an outpouring through the bare tube, which now watered the wall. I learned to switch the heater off before showering. Oh well, cold showers aren't all that bad when in Nairobi.

As the bike would not be arriving for a few days, I decided to move over in advance to Jungle Junction Camp, the local haunt of all bike travellers. It was the same price, and I would be amongst bikers. Again, I had to use the laptop to show the taxi driver where to go, but we got there eventually.

As I was walking towards reception, a voice yelled out "Margaret!" Strike me dead! It was an Aussie couple, Jan and Paul Dwyer from Qld, whom I'd met in 2010 at the HU meeting near Noosa. It's a small, small world out there. They'd done parts of Africa in 2010, and were back for more, together with a Qld friend Lois, whose age makes me a youngster! We chatted for a while, then I settled into my nice big room with ensuite, complete with mozzie net over the king-size bed.

Later that evening in the lounge, a woman walks up and says "Hi Margaret". Wow, it was Angela, a Canadian lass who, with her partner Daryl, had been camped next to me at the Canadian HU meeting in 2008! Their website: www.oneworld2explore.com . It was so good to catch up with them again and hear of their travels, as when we met they were just in the planning stages of their trip. They were in the process of shipping their bikes back to Canada by sea, while they were to fly to Europe and spend two months backpacking there on the way home. The crates for their DR650 Suzukis were made at JJ by the staff.

Above: Daryl, Angela and I with Angela's bike, partly crated.

Jan, Paul and Lois had been packed and about to leave for Lake Nakuru as I arrived, so we'd said goodbye then they'd ridden away. But they would be back on the Tuesday - the day my bike would be available to collect.

In the days that followed, I learned to use the matatus, small vans used like buses that were everywhere, to go to the large shopping centre, named Yaya, not all that far away, only about a 15 minute ride in the matatus, which trips cost the princely sum of 30Ksh, or 30cents, approx. Life is good, but will be better when the bike is here at JJ.

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