ROAD TO SAMBURU PRESERVE
We left Sweetwaters for the drive (several hours) to Samburu National Preserve. As was the case two days ago, the drive itself was an exciting and absorbing experience. We eventually left the "pavement" and drove on a good dirt road. You will see roadside pictures again which will remind you, perhaps, of some parts of Mexico and will most definitely show you that not all the world lives as we do. It is simply different; neither better nor worse.
Roadside activity there was, as elsewhere, fairly heavy with foot traffic and small shops.

                        

              

 
You know what's a perk of having guides? You get to watch them change a flat tire. A man was walking by at that time and he simply stayed there and begged for money. But, like all of those people we met, a firm "No" was acceptable with a smile.

         

The town we saw - a "frontier town", if you please, was Isiolo. It was very crowded on this church day. There were two  huge churches there and we have a photo of one - the mosque. We did not get a picture of the other one - St. Joseph's Catholic Church. Go figure, eh? We stopped for gas there and were mobbed by craft vendors who tried very hard to get us to buy their goods even to the point of placing jewelry on our seats. I learned to say "No business" and one vendor looked at me and said "No business? No Hallelujah. Welcome to our country."