Hi folks,
More BRP action coming at you. Glad you're following along. :snorting:
We are spoiled. Kenya’s weather is sunny and beautiful for 80% of the year, so when the rains come and get serious for a week or two we bikers start getting really anxious. For three weeks now it’s been raining and the bikes have been stabled. Even though it was good to take a break to let my sprained wrist from the last ride heal a bit, to install new fork bushes, a new radiator and fan and a key switch for my Pig (thanks, Panic), we have been chomping at the bit to get out again. Finally, the forecast promised a reprieve so we snatched it.
Plan as usual: get to the Great Rift Valley, have tea and mandazi at Ewaso Kedong and then go see what we see. This time I had a couple of fresh tracks to explore and we were determined to try one. After tea, we did a bit of slow-motion video of each other riding a bumpy section to see if we need to play with clickers at all. Panic looks very planted (maybe a bit of a kick in the rear still) and I seem to be popping up a bit in the front or not rebounding fast enough. Might explain why I feel like the front is dipping in the loose tight turns.
Above: We spent a bit of time doing mid-speed suspension testing on a bumpy lava flow
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Above: Slow-mo video link
The valley is rarely green, but this time it was a veritable rainbow of colors with flowers everywhere as well. The most stunning one I saw was a Fire Lily… so bright and fragrant in an otherwise hostile place. Dry places and deserts are the best place to be after a rain. They transform.
Above: Flame Tulip in bloom
Above: A long view and a close up of a cactus flower
Above: Panic’s luggage strap got sucked into the chain… but the repair place was stunning
Above: These plants only grow on this specific section of the valley among big boulders and scrub trees. I have tried in vain to determine what they are, so – as many do in the absence of a scientific explanation – I will simply make up some otherworldly hooey. I therefore declare that they are spawn of an alien race waiting for humans to further deplete the environment such that the CO2 levels are high enough for them to take over… the things are the size of yoga balls… all white, round and sinister… aliens for sure.
We took our usual Najile-Oltepesi road for a while before deviating at an unpronounceable Masai settlement on a much smaller and rockier little track that wound its way through rugged terrain south. The track was really nice. Not fast, challenging in places with sandy riverbeds overgrown with wait-a-bits and rolling stone descents. You could get the speeds up a bit on some hard pack, but the thorn trees on either side kept us in check.
Above: Offering to the sun god
Above: Do you come here often?
Like I said, it was challenging in places, so I wasn’t surprised when I fell on my ***. Still, the place I went down wasn’t really one of the challenging places… just my luck. I was just coming around a little corner after a long section of babyheads and was probably pleased to see dirt again when the front end vanished, I stupidly planted my right leg, flailed a bit, squirted the gas and did a nice two-wheel drift with a 180 degree twist in the trail. Like a good man, I sat there so Panic could see me in my disgrace, but not long enough for a pic because petrol was pisssing out the breather.
Above: One stupid little rock (red circle) was in my path (yellow circle) and knocked my *** hither and dither. Shameful.
The best part of this track was that, although it was small and knotted with Masai encampments, it was not clogged up with Masai fences. Often you are on a nice little double track that is crisscrossed with the thorny buggars, leaving you no choice but to go back (nope) or to wheelie over them which risks punctures and often ends in you collapsed in a heap with thorn bushes wrapped around your legs. Then, if you feel guilty (mmm…), you have to repair the fence which is sticky business. At least this road only had one fence, and it had a clear “gate” which we opened and shut like good farmers would. Civilized like.
Above: Shutting the “gate”
Since we had a late start, it was pushing 2 by the time we hit the Magadi tar. At that point, there’s no choice but to hit Olepolos for roast kuku. It is written. So, with no further ado, we blasted up the tar for a rate runch. The view from Olepolos was great and green, the kuku was succulent and the Pilsner Lager refreshing. Little yellow weaver birds fluttered all about, along with a dozen species of butterfly. It’s a great time of year in the Great Rift.
Above: Looking down on Olegorsaile from Olepolos
Above: Vittles
After lunch, it was all smiles back home. Ngong 1, the first road under the Ngong hills, is always a blast… it’s fast, but with enough turns and bumps to make it really exciting. After the rains, it was even more interesting with large washouts in unexpected places and small patches of still-wet black-cotton soil to catch you out. From there, it was a bit of cage harassment before the goat trail and the sprint up the escarpment. So fun on the Pigs. Damn. I want to ride again already!
Above: Dude, where’s my road?
Until next time... oink.