Malindi

We decided as it would be pretty hard to get a decent matatu from Mida Creek (one that didn't stop literally ever second) to go up to Malindi, which wasn't as far as we thought. We were told you could get a bus to Nairobi from there but they looked pretty dodge and the idea of being on a bus from 7 instead of 10 was too much. So we just had yummy pizza at a nice Italian restaurant and looked at the beach and got an express matatu back to Mombasa where we sat outside a supermarket at some convenient tables for as long as we could bear and had some incredibly cheap and delicious food at a funny little place and went to wait for our bus and listened to a lady blaring out enouncements over a horrible tanoy thing.

'Enjoy your journey with the ultimate leader!'

We didn't, the journey was horrendous, the guy in front put his chair further back every time i shut my eyes until i was so claustrophobic i had to get out and sit on the back row, which was thankfully empty. I could even lie on the back row but everytime i was just dropping off we went over a bump and i flew up off my seat and landed with a bump so i didn't get any sleep. For the last hour i was so desperate for the loo that sleep would have been impossible anyway. We finally arrived in cold grey damp Nairobi where i fought through the taxi drivers to the nearest toilet (though typically some lady went in just before me and took forever). I must have been a bit scary because the normally persistent taxi men ignored after i'd said no once!

Anyway, we found another matatu and made our way back to Brackenhurst and Carmen and Adrians house where i died on their wonderful sofa.