After lunch it was back with Ibrahim for the 104km drive to the border at Namanga. We had a shock as we drove into Arusha. The second driver stopped Ibrahim, obviously distressed. We were later told that he had got back to be told that that two of his relatives had died from dysentery.
Border formalities were really quite simple compared with entry. Still a lot of form fill- ing and stamping, but the officials were friendly. Checkpoint Charlie, as we called it, was exciting really. Once we had booked out of Tanzania I gave Ron the sterling I owed him so that we didn’t have to fiddle the forms entering Kenya.
More forms, more stamping, and then we were in Kenya and immediately surrounded by Masai ladies trying to sell us some beads. I tried to explain that