Moyale is a city, which extends over Kenyan and äthiopisches area. On the Kenyan side it, with their small center and an environment with extensively loose land development, is a pretty city. I quartierte myself in the sheriff hotel the largest building of Moyale, for two days. My first goal was the border, where I, as the Nomaden, went simply over the border. There is no border police on both sides directly at the border. In Moyale there is however a large police station, on which one can probably settle all travel formalities. I visited the nice beer-garden, where I got a beautiful cold beer superiorly. At guests were there among other things two teachers, with whom I could converse on Suaheli to nearly midnight.

The word tiredness was on the whole journey a foreign word. The journey had shifted me in such a way in Euphorien that I had not taken Unbilden actually at all to the knowledge. My room did not have sanitary mechanisms and except the bed, which was not to be criticized, gave it no further Mobilar. My sleep was short, so that I was again early on the legs. I let trousers of me wash from a Somalifrau, from which I received some over Somalia. It lost and works its family there in the tribal feuds now in the hotel. In the north of Kenya, where it is not worthwhile itself for the Indian no more a business to lead, is it above all, as the boss of the hotel in which I lived, which determine Somalis those the business life.

I experienced that only on the next day a bus drives and that this is already written off. There I only few Kenya Schillings had went I to a bank into Moyale, in which I knew money conversions. I had my money always in my bath stronghold under the trousers with me. I arranged with a Somali that he me a place in a Lori, then calls one the larger trucks `s there, keeps free. I thought thereby of a place in the cab. In the beer-garden I had had myself meat, under my attentive view, roasted, which was however tough like leathers. I was strengthened and had the whole afternoon time for Moyale. In the environment standing houses, with their gardens, was an unexpectedly beautiful sight isolates. Unfortunately however the predominant part of Moyale is scattered with plastic garbage, in which the goats search still for something to foods. On the next morning I held the vehicle after my vehicle look out and indeed, was available. My Somali is, like it turns out, a supervisor for riding along opportunities at the place. Although, the disillusionment came immediately, when I experienced that my place above was on the roof. I had simply the fear to come neither up nor down. In the long run I am however today proud 240 km to have dared.

It prevailed a large crush, because the official bus stood with a breakdown in the place. My vehicle bags on which one sit could had loaded and above on the linkage of the roof likewise. A narrow board, closely at the operator's cab, appeared to me as stand best suitably.

The vehicle was already loaded with passengers fully, when still six army soldiers appeared and seized the front upper deck. I could maintain ground at my place completely left. To photograph I was allowed only to the left side. The soldiers dragged in large amounts Patronenmagazine with itself and showed me, after whom they had experienced whom I from Germany came, proudly their German rifles. While driving they chewed continuously Miraa, a herb, which is considered as harmless drug and there is which to buy everywhere in Kenya officially. For the trip all travelers were several times checked and I had to mean passport each time to show. The vehicle was, as all vehicles in this region overloaded, completely, so that the impact feathers/springs had lost their effect. The bad condition of the runway was therefore passed with full force. I sat backwards facing forward on the left side and the acacias, which stood at the way, was a constant danger for me. My Mitreisenden mostly warned me, so that I only a few smaller Schmisse in the face abbekam. On the way in a small place one continued, in which the soldiers said good-bye. The other passengers, as well as the crew of the vehicle, made a small break in the place. For drive on were added new passengers. The passengers inside the car slept on the trip and did not notice not that I photographed them. The young man right above in the picture made place ready for me photographing. Some kilometers before Marsabit it became again correctly full on the roof. An older man only carried forward because I for it in things put. He was like it later turned out, an organizer for Kamelsafaris, recommended in a travel book from the year 1993.