we take the road coloured red on erhard's map. he says this is the best way and so we follow it. it is however also 1/2 hour longer but i find this out only when we take the yellow road on the way back. we pass tea plantations and trucks. i wish i had taken pictures but i was driving.
we stop at rumuruti where the convoy is to begin. we wait for the 8th car which arrives an hour late only to be sent back for being too small. a maruti.
and so the journey to loiyangalani really begins. and the road to maralal begins where the tarmac ends.we pass forest and bush and wadis. we drive on rocks and sand and pools of water. and 6 hours later we are in maralal where we stay for the night.
10C outside.
at 6am we prepare to leave. i make eggs and toast on a pan and by 7am we are on the road again.
there are a lot more mountains in these landscapes. and though i sleep on this leg, the terrain is as dangerous as the scenery is exquisite.
the surrounding turns into badlands and i think to myself that i am in love with a desert. that i understand what MK said about crying for joy. because i feel like it now. and it's a stange feeling to be in love with something so unforgiving. something so remote and uninhabitable.i am overjoyed by the first glimpse of the lake. one year, it has taken me, to finally see the jade sea.
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