24-09-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
The journey is adventure and often everything is planned in the smallest detail for the hidden pleasure of being unsettled by fate, hoping it is just a spiteful little spirit and not a Great Bastard.
Here, however, it is neither the Paris-Dakar nor going up the Okawango river in a pirogue. Nairobi and Maasai Mara by car is an excursion within the reach of many.
The only things that our modus vivendi can't stand are the persistent traffic of the Mombasa- Nairobi and the big snakes of trucks and coaches that overtake them and don't give a damn who comes to meet them. So we had a friend who lives in Kajiado, between Amboseli and Maasai Mara, explain to us an alternative route that for some months now is all asphalted and where there is not even a shadow of sheet metal elephants.
We leave the Hunters after a regenerating breakfast but politely refusing scrambled eggs and sausage, we greet the portrait of the hunter (in name and in fact) and two affectionate herons hovering in the air, pointing us to the exit and from Kiboko we head towards the town of Emali.
From there the Highway would become a half nightmare, because we go towards the climbs of Sultan Hamud where the trucks gear up the second one and go at 20 per hour, without fast lanes, forming endless queues and impossible to pass, unless we want to access the fast lane to the afterlife.
Then, just before entering Emali, we take the junction of the road that leads to Oloitokitok, on the border with Tanzania that here is a hundred kilometers away, and at the foot of Kilimanjaro. But that is not where we will head.
After 22 kilometers we turn right into the new asphalt road that connects nothingness with the city of Kajiado. It is a narrow but quiet county road, more or less only covered by donkeys.
It seems like being in Barbagia, on the other hand I have always thought that the maasai are the Sardinians of Africa...or vice versa. As one enters, however, one also savors an increasingly problematic and less dignified poverty.
The mud huts disappear, also due to climate change, and sheet metal shacks appear. Masonry houses are few and often are government offices or stores painted green Safaricom. Shepherding reigns supreme, donkeys beat Chinese motorcycles 3-1.
We stop in Selengei, at the foot of the only green grove we met in 40 kilometers.
The children on the coast come to meet you shouting "peremende" (and "Hello", of course) here they are more shy and reluctant, also because almost everyone since the age of five years have a stick in their hand to govern cows and goats.
Fruit and lots of vegetables disappear from the bare stalls, where onions, tomatoes and green cabbages languish.
Crossing Kenya also means coming across situations like these: not only Wild Nature and "visions of peasant souls", not only historical reminiscences and trampolines towards modernity, but also ineluctable misery and dignified resignation.
It even seems stupid to us that nobody wears a mask and that the only perception of the Covid-19 rules is in the cans with tap, but often without liquid soap, placed outside the stores. On the contrary, it is precisely from what a dilapidated shack used as a restaurant or barbershop stands out from a private "home".
This is so until you get to the outskirts of Nairobi, where the inequalities make the contrasts more evident. With all that, after meeting the great road that connects Athi River to the Tanzanian border of Namanga and turning into Isinya, we come across quite quiet suburbs like Kiserian, before taking off towards Ngong and parading alongside its green forest.
Only that color remains of Karen Blixen's hills today: all sorts of houses, from six-storey buildings to sheds with sheet metal roofs, storm the bending horizon. Traffic, trade and, toh, someone is wearing a mask.
I don't even talk about social distances. There are already economic distances to deal with.
When I saw for the first time the hills of Ngong, thirty years ago, there was still the smell of coffee from the old farms and you could reach Karen in a few minutes through the wonder. Today only the inner streets of the residential neighborhood are left of those sensations, leading right to the writer's house museum and the villas of local politicians, professionals and well-established white people.
Time to unload our things at the home of those who host us and to go and promote the Italianness of Nairobi. As you will read in other articles today.
See you tomorrow!
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