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Rusty roofs. Rusty bikes. Rusty dust. Rusty everything.  
   

Rusty roofs. Rusty bikes. Rusty dust. Rusty everything.

Djibouti City to Nairobi (Part 3)

January 23rd 2011
I'd arrived in Marsabit in the pitch black of an African night, and it wasn't until the following morning that I had a chance to walk around and realise that I'd ended up in an unmistakably Kenyan town. The first thing that stuck me was how the colours had changed. In Ethiopia, the wheat and tef fields gave the country a golden glow, but here everywhere you looked you saw red - the rusty corrugate ... read more
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