Daylight is coming to an end. We decide to spend the night at Ngurunit. We do not yet know that the good road does not go through Ngurunit, but Ngurunit is the nearest town. We ask for directions.

Night falls. We are still some kilometres from Ngurunit. The road turns sandy. I do not do well in sand when tired. It’s a struggle, but soon it ends and we can see some buildings. My headlights pick up a sign and I ride up to it. Its a guest house. That’s where I shall spend the night, I’m not going any further. I can see the sign, but I can’t see the guest house. I spot a vehicle with some people around it, moving crates of vegetables around it. I ride up to them and ask where this guest house is. They point in the direction we have come from. I ride back and Timam follows. But I take a different path and end up at the same place where the same vehicle is. Yeah, when I’m worn out, my brain functions as efficiently as Government of Kenya. A woman offers to run ahead of our bikes to show us where the guest house is.

“Don’t hit me, ok?” she says.

Tired and confused. The buildings and gates are missing in this satelite image.

We finally find the guest house. It’s a couple of buildings and several small huts for sleeping in. We choose to set up our tents outside.

Timam fires up his bike with its aftermarket exhaust so he can use it’s headlight while setting up his tent. The Ngurunit silence is shattered. He did not carry a flashlight. I help him set up the tent I brought him. It’s his first time setting up a tent, he says.

We order some food, which they tell us will be prepared for us. We set up our tents as we wait. There’s no cellphone network. There’s a woman with a phone with Telkom network, and it can send messages. I ask to use her phone to send two messages.

A little table and two chairs are set up near our tents and bikes, and we are brought ugali and meat. It’s all cold, and I’m wondering why we had to wait about an hour for it. If it was cooking it should have come hot. Anyway, it’s fresh, better than nothing. And the meat is made just how I like it. There’s provision for a cold shower. Not bad. I later settle in for the night in the tent, listening to the quietness of Ngurunit night.

Long exposure photo of camp at night.
Day 1 – 520km.

DAY 2 | Ngurunit to Loiyangalani

The next morning, we don’t seem to be much in a hurry. The morning sun reveals how beautiful Ngurunt is, sorrounded by interesting hillscapes. A whole flask of tea and chapos are brought to us for breakfast. After breakfast, we pack up our stuff and make a departure, heading towards Loiyangalani.

A red billed horbill shows up for breakfast. It eats by tossing the piece of ugali into the air and catching it by its throat. It was a sight to behold!
Leaving Golbo Guest House, Ngurunit.
Herd of camels at Ngurunit.
I spot a shop. I need more water.
I later learn that there is an airstrip just a few metres from here.
GPS trying to be helpful.

We immediately start losing our direction right within Ngurunit. The roads keep changing here. You have to take every opportunity to talk with people you meet.

Former road, vs actual way.

We find our way, and the next hour or two we are presented with the most beautiful places to ride through.

Boys with bows and arrows.
Photo-worthy hill.
Deep sand takes me down.

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