Robbed in Nairobi

True to it's nickname of "Nairobbery" I got my camera stolen yesterday. While awaiting for my visa to Ethopia and get through another bout of diarrhoe while fighting off a bad cold, I decided to leave my hotel for some fresh air as I couldn't sleep anymore. Somewhere walking along the crowded afternoon streets or near the mini-vans, my camera got swiped from it's case. When I reached down to casually check if everything was OK, I was horrified to find the camera was gone. I let my guard down for one moment and the bastards strike. In vain I looked around and even scoured the pawn shops later but no luck. I was really upset and mad at myself for being so careless, and could hardly sleep or eat yesterday. All the pictures from Tanzania, Rwanda, and Uganda are now all gone.

Leaving Nairobi this morning with a bitter taste in my mouth, I have arrived in Isiolo, gateway to the northern frontiers and the last remaining tarmac roads. It's all rough, bumpy dirt roads from here on. The scenery reminds me of home, or more precisely Northern B.C. with the Alpine trees, rolling hills and mountains, cool air and occasional wooden house. At midnight I catch a ride on a commercial truck to the Ethopian border at Moyale. Hopefully, it's not carrying goats.