Memories that always fill my heart with joy! Please watch out for regular updates! Every time we left the charm of Nairobi and headed for the escarpment (sometimes down into the Rift Valley itself) ... Naivasha, Gilgil, Nakuru, Eldoret, Kitale, Kericho and many, many more destinations, I always felt a special kind of exhilaration. Especially after stopping at the little Italian-built chapel. I learnt how to drive at night, thanks to Guy Spencer, a sports reporter on the East African Standard. He would let me drive his car after we had put our individual papers to bed. More often than not, the Wagon Wheel Hotel in Eldoret was our target. WW made some of the best breakfasts known to man. My favourite was their cold-pressed tongue. Heading further through Kakamega, Busia and on to Kisumu and Lake Victoria was always a blessing. Life for a little boy growing up in Nairobi was simple ... yet adventurous. Bike rides to Athi River, or the Ngong Hills, Ruaraka, Dundora, along Nairobi Ri...
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