I thought of letting the images speak for themselves, then I thought that would be an injustice.
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What became of our blue skies?
Overcast skies
when Mak goes fishing
trying to find the boat with the right lake spirit. You don’t just go fishing in any boat!
Mombasa has moved to its new location in Siaya
the river has a navel
it was a calm night
it was a calm moonlit night
if the people can’t go to the beach, the beach can come to them and this happened in Siaya County
The city in the sun
when Mak is an aerial photographer
The photos were taken using my phone from an elevation of between 100-150m
This is called deforestation for
The light aircraft yours truly was chauffeured around in
more signs of deforestation
an aerial view of Nairobi is not complete without a picture of the site for slum tourism justaposed with highrise development
these farms can only be appreciated while airborne
some of you didn’t go to good schools and don’t have an idea what a fault line looks like. Here is me doing community service
Mak in the fish market
Perfume: The story of a murderer is one of my all time favorites.
The being born scene is both interesting and disgusting. You almost feel the stench coming from the fish market. It is the one place in the whole of Paris that one wouldn’t want to be
So today, yours truly was at the fish market and brings you the very best of the market without the stench of course. You can all remove your fingers from your noses.
First, a video
Buying fish in Nbi has become a professional job, what with all the Chinese fish that I hear taste like boiled leather
One must confirm the fish you are getting weighs just right
In my younger days, some idiots said if you wanted to hide something from a Kenyan, put it in a book. Well, try me. Put some dollars
Office block by yours truly
I think the owners are renting
Our power company can do a better job with power distribution
from Mogadishu with love
First, a disclaimer. I am not a story teller. That position is held by the likes of Tish and Ark. I don’t think it is even possible to train me to be a story teller. The saying you cannot teach an old dog new tricks must have been said with me in mind. And so, I own that saying. Having made the above declaration, we can now go ahead with my retelling of my trip to Mogadishu.
The airline we flew to Mogadishu, must, as was observed by my colleague, have a contract with a funeral home. We flew an EMB 120, which felt and looked liked it was the first to be made for commercial flights and when the many owners got tired of operating it, African Express discovered in a plane junkyard and put it back together. However, to their credit, the crew managed to take us smoothly to Somalia. I slept most of the trip and when I was not sleeping, I was reading or eating or drinking something.
There was no incident at immigration, thank goodness.
Now, I don’t know about you, but for $150 in Kenya, a taxi could take you for a journey across counties, say Nairobi to Nakuru and back and if you were to hire a car, that would be sufficient for two day hire and fuel to and fro Kisumu. And if it is one of these Toyota cars that flood our market that seem to only smell fuel, you could save some money for simple accommodation on the way. If you are in Mogadishu, that’t the fare from the airport to a hotel 300m away, no kidding.
That’s the boring part. The interesting part is we were picked up in an armored car, with an outrider and chase car. At the hotel, we had the option of wearing bullet proof vests, an opportunity I let pass. They looked too heavy, the heat quite a lot and I don’t think there was anyone who would want to kidnap a broke ass Kenyan who the government may not even miss. So we drove through backstreets and main roads like we owned the place, a feeling I am yet to place. Sometimes they even drove on the wrong side of the road if traffic was slow, it felt like being VIP, or maybe they were trying to justify the $1200 fee we were going to pay at the end.
For $150 a night hotel, we got cold showers. There was the option for no water in the room, though my friend refused that and had to be moved to a smaller room. While I had water, the amount paid meant the shower does no drain. I didn’t ask if there were additional charges for working sanitary fittings, maybe for the next trip.
I think electrical engineers and electricians in Mogadishu need a few lessons on how hotel guests use rooms. For $150, I want a bedside lamp, a ceiling rose not a fluorescent light bulb.
To their credit, they serve very good tea. Their breakfast is hopeless, I mean, really hopeless.
For this trip, I will not mention the two times my bag was searched by a dog, first as you enter the terminal and second in the departure lounge just before boarding. It’s called not taking chances with your security.
A travel report is not complete without pictures, or as they say in our cycling group, if it is not on strava, it didn’t happen.
and you can see the communication tower at the airport from the hotel
beautiful blue sky from the hotel rooftop
for $150 we spell the way we want
how else do you know you are safe? the key and all spares to the main door are seen here hanging
my $150 room
in other places, the hotel gives you one key and a tag with your room number, in other places, they give you all the keys!
it was time to return to Nbi
