In heaven and not turning back!

Since I moved from Nairobi my life has been packing,unpacking, hotel rooms, tents, the 110 defender(we need to come up with a name for this great machine for the places she/he has taken us?!........ none else would have), fresh air, really rough roads, wildlife, freedom, jeans and Tshirts (anyone who knows me from my previous life in Nairobi knows Plain Tshirts don't like me) packed meals,(when delicious I call it picnic lunch/ breakfast, when its horrible cold tasteless food taken just for survival I call it Murrum like how we used to call Githeri during our high school days.... remember?). Now this is how travel ruined my life. I said good bye to the horrific traffic of Nairobi.......... I said good bye to green gas emission and my carbon clogged respiratory system is recovering, my ears are almost working well away from the hooting and the crazy Matatu music. I know i know some of my friends have heard me complain about how I wish there was a Java around somewhere in Maralal town for their leomonade or Artcaffe for their delightful croissants.

 Even for the love of croissants there was no way I was turning back! Not after my first visit to Samburu and Isiolo.