Waking up with great expectations to look at Tanzania’s highest mountain- from the Kenian side of the border – we realised with great disappointment that today the mountain would remain covered in thick clouds refusing us to take any pictures or admiring this 5896 m high monument of Africa . So we left Loitokitok the closest Kenian town to the Tanzanian border and headed north towards Nairobi.
After some 85 km we reached what must be Kenia’s busiest road linking Nairobi to the coastal town of Mombasa. Within the next 1,5 hours we would see more trucks then in the entire 2 weeks before. We soon became accustomed to see hair rising overtaking manoeuvres by mainly fully loaded buses who seemingly have the right to drive on both sides of the road as and when they decide to do so.
The traffic became more and more congested as we reached the outskirts of Nairobi and the last 30 km took us approximately an hour before reaching our stopover camp called Jungle Junction.
This camp side facility is run a German named Christof and his Kenyan wife. This seems to be the meeting place for the fraternity of international Africa fans – coming and going from here into the deepest corners of the African continent.
Much good founded advice from fellow travellers can be obtained here about the roads and facilities ahead of ones journey.
As we would stay here for some 2 full days a more permanent campside was established by fencing off our own little area with our cars almost like the old Wagenburgs created by the early settlers in Africa during their stop overs.
We quickly found a little minibus who would take us to the Sudanese embassy where we needed to apply for our visa to this country. This could unfortunately not be obtained in South Africa as the embassy there would not issue visas prior to 1 Month before entry into their country
After 1 hour of handing over the duly filled out visa applications, 2 passport photos ,copies of vehicle registration and copies of one’s credit card ( to prove that one has enough funds to travel through Sudan ) as well as our passports we were told to come back by 3 the next day for the actual visas.
Back at Jungle Junction we started the fire with some locally bought charcoal and thereafter sat around having a few loop dops and exchanging words of wisdom and intelligence fuelled by this great invention called Irish coffee.