You can't buy happiness but you can buy a bike…and that's pretty close.
I slept wonderfully last night, probably the best of the trip so far and although I had a glancing thought that I had been taken captive when at first I had opened my eyes, the memories of the previous evening swiftly flooded into my mind and all was well, if not a little dark…
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Bubisa: means heavy wind in Gabra, the local language.
I woke up alive yayyyyy and I actually slept like a baby. It rained during the night but was dry by the time I got out of the tent, so I packed up my gear and headed back out to the main road and onward to my proposed destination Marsabit.
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I started out from Moyale at around 7:30am and was eager to get through immigration and into Kenya as early as possible. I knew that I had about 250km before I hit real civilisation again so I wanted to get away as quickly as possible in order to take a decent chunk out of the distance ahead of me, but that unfortunately was not to be.
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