Where the Wild Things Are
February 1st 2006 After crossing the border into Kenya, we arranged to catch the first lorry heading south towards Nairobi. We paid before actually seeing the vehicle. That was our first mistake. The truck that soon stopped in front of us had 20 cows crammed in the bed and a skeleton roof of thin metal bars that criss-crossed above the cattle. We climbed atop the steel frame, secured our backpacks and butts as much
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