Yesterday we travelled by matatu from the lowlands of Naivasha (and the Lake that we had been staying at) up to the Central Highlands of Kenya - the road was one of the bumpiest, most pot-holed roads that we have experienced yet (though nothing compared to our journey from Talek back to Narok!!). I had been expecting a relaxing, lush little mountain village, but we were met with a bustling dusty town (a lot like many others we had driven through in the lowlands), and arrival was anything but relaxing- with our matatu getting surrounded by noisy matatu touts before we had even stopped! We had about 30 men shouting at us, trying to get us to go here there and everywhere and I felt like I was a peanut-butter and jam sandwich being thrown to
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