The drive

The drive from Nairobi to Lake Naivasha was an experience in itself. The world changes quickly when you leave the city. It actually starts to change before you leave the city.

Donkey's everywhere. You see men with carts with two big yellow barrels being pulled by one or two donkeys. The barrels are full of water. Some of the villages they go a couple of kilometers to a well and other villages they go to rivers every couple of days to bring back water.

The safari vehicles have outlets. If you bring the adaptor you can plug in Nintendo, I-pads or camera batteries. When you are driving for really long periods of time with little kids this is a really great thing!

Lots of buildings were painted with ads. There were a lot of panadol ads.

There was a butcher every couple of miles. There were also hair salon signs. There would be someone sitting in a plastic lawn chair outside getting their hair cut.

There are shacks all along the road that say "hotel". Seriously, no doors, some with no roofs. I was wondering how many shillings a place like that would cost and who on earth stayed there. Rafael said they are not what we consider hotels but more like coffee shops.

This is what the inside of our jeep looked like. The boys in the back playing games.

There were shops everywhere. Sometimes there would be "stuff" out next to the street for sale. I think a lot of the stuff is what we donate to Goodwill and DI in the US. I think it makes it's way to Africa and gets sold on the streets.

Once you get out in the country there are men who dig pits in the red dirt next to the road and are roasting corn in then. The pits are literally just yards away from each other. The corn is twenty shillings each until they see you are American then the price goes up:) If everyone in the car wants corn it's no biggie drive a few yards and get more from the next guy. We needed six pieces and the man only had three. We were going to drive to the next  pit but that guy ran down to our car before we were even done buying corn at our first stop. It doesn't taste the same as corn in the US, it's not sweet it taste more like feed corn but it's a fun thing to do. When I was done I through my cob out the window and a baboon grabbed it and took off.

Cows, goats and sheep wander around. They cross in front of the cars. They are different type of cow then we have in the states. Much thinner and a different shape.