So leo kwa mat, matha fulani amekazwa vibaya. A young momo mom of around 35 years. Sa akashow dere ashukishe akakaataa akaanza kulia. watu kuzushuza matatu ikabidi dere atafte spot aeke kando ndo huyo mama aliburst. yea! just like that akahara! watu kutokea kwa mawindows wakihepa. this was my saddest moment. Then dere na girlfriend wake conductor wameanza kumshow aoshe gari.:(
Reminds me of some time back when i was travelling from Taveta to Voi and i was caught up in same scenario. I begged the driver like he was some sort of angel. kusimama, i walked out polepole that is ukifanya steps exceeding 30 degrees, you are done! nilikaa kwa bush for like 20 minutes paka makanga akaja kuniangalia. kuback, all the passangers started clapping as if i was superman! :D:D
I have a sensitive stomach so stuff that is not properly cooked will be ejected in no time. So we are in tsavo cutting through the park to go to malindi. Luckily it was just me and my pal. We pass through the lodge, have lunch and continue with our tour. 30mins after leaving the lodge, ndiyo hiyo tumbo inasokota.
I told my pal i dont care if there are lions or puff adders in the park, its evacuation time! Stopped the car, i went behind a bush and dropped a deuce that would have let any animal know that there is a new king of the savannah.
Hmmmmm hii sori hua ni noma sana especially ukitravel long distance… Nilikuwa naishia safari ndefu, so asubuhi nimewekelea breakfast nzito pamoja na ‘sweet bananas’. Halfway through the journey, tumbo hiyo imeanza kuleta noma… Dere akanotice nimelemewa, juu niliaanza kusweat. Akanishow atani sort. Maze mi naona dere ananitesa juu ilichukua muda kiasi. Kumbe nae anatafuta place at least kuna shrub ndio niweze kujihide niki achilia… Mwishowe akaget nikaishia nikajisort. Kutokaa siku hiyo, nkitravel lazima Tp iwe karibu, then hakuna ku dish dish ovyo… Tumbo ni noma sana…
Once I was travelling to coast via a bus and thought of drinking a few beers before boarding. I think I took two or three, sasa before hata tufike like machakos junction mimi ndio huyu smamisha gari, wakakubali. second time after like another one hour wakatii. Third time hata wathii walikataa ati naeza kuwa na mambo zangu. nimekazwa sahio naskia nikama nta burst, kuplead wapi. kidogo light bulb moment, I had a water bottle and just relieved myself there. feltgood.jpg
Kuna siku nilikuwa natravel from Kisumu to Nai. Kwa shuttle kulikuwa na Chinese men wawili. Kufika hapo near Londiani, mmoja wao akaanza kusweat kama @samorahn . Na hakuwa anajua kuongea English. After a hilarious few minutes of sign language, dere akaweka gari karibu na bushes. Nilikuwa nimeiba tissue paper roll moja from hotel, nikampa ajisaidie nayo. Hiyo siku tulichekeshwa sana.
Kuna mungiki moja ilipatikana pale cemetery in mombasa akishonde. Aliambiwa ashikilie hio meffi na mkono while shining his eyes…nilicheka yangu yote after watching that vid.
mid 90s. saturday out in isebania. guiness kubwa ni kama zinaisha with a types of nyamas from matumbo choma, fry, nyama choma, fry boilo and a digestive aid popular with kisiis called obosontoto…needless to say at one time i realized i was too drunk to drive back to kehancha, my friends drove the company pickup to the police station, gave me a lift…
sunday morning we woke up a bit late, girlfriend ndiye huyo ati there is milk there you can take…this is thick zebu cow milk. i remember where i left car. quick shower, a mug of cold milk, out by the roadside, a pickup face-me matatu to migori. just before migori i feel the first churururururu in the stomach. alight pickup in migori and nissan for isebania. just before it leaves something tells me i should alight and seek toilet first but i’ve already paid; and i think i can brave the ten to 15 min journey…
just after matatu starts moving i feel hapaaana. a ka-thin sweat is trickling off my face and down my spine…reaching subakuria market i tell dereva wacha nishuke. dash from shop to shop…hakuna tissue. finally i say kama mbaya mbaya. i dash into a pub and head straight to the backyard for the toilet…the toilet is there, alright, but locked with chain and padlock…
mad dash back to counter for key…another padlock. bartender ametoka. dash back to loo, kick door reggae squad style…first liquid spurts…door flies off its hinges…oooooh there is the gloryhole…i splashed. enough said. the ngotha simply had to go, as my two hangkies…
in short guiness and lactose intolerance si mchezo…
