On our last day in Uganda, we were in the hills just south of Lake Edward as a lorry darted round a bend on our side of the road. I had to brake suddenly and swerve out of his way. We didn't collide but in the next curve, a long downhill, the brakes failed. I had to shove my foot down a couple of times and drive into the rough in order to avoid a near disaster.
The road to Moroto, where we spent the night, was challenging, dry and sandy. Much to our surprise, we then had a new and perfectly tarred road for the next 30 kilometers to Lorengedwat. Just as we were getting the hang of it, the road then gave way to mud which stuck with us, more or less, all the way to Mbale.
Moroto in northern Uganda is just over 200 kilometers from Lake Turkana due west. On the way we would have to go to the customs office in Lodwar again, have our carnet stamped and then it would be time to say bye bye Kenya.
Our next destination was somewhere, anywhere on the shores of Lake Victoria where we hoped to find a nice spot to relax and stay a few days. Getting there took us two pleasant days driving through the Mara.
The weather couldn't have been better and as we neared Kimana we had a magnificent view of the Kilimanjaro. Its highest peak is the Kibo, 5895 meters above sea level and the highest in Africa. The next morning was overcast and remained so for most of the day. That didn't disturb us though and the wildlife seemed to relish the cool air and turned out in abundance as we drove through the Amboseli.
At the Airport in Eldoret we finally had our passports stamped and were now legally in the country. Nairobi was just round the corner and so first of all we decided to have the van sorted out at the Jungle Junction, a well known overlander campsite and workshop. A very wise person once said “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”