Kagwiria Murungi learning how to ride

Two wheels, One last prayer. ( How I began riding)

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“Your scan shows hyperintensities.”

Dr. Amreet, a neurosurgeon at Aga Khan, sat across from me, his voice measured, careful. But my mind was already spinning. The headaches had been unbearable—relentless, excruciating, immune to even the strongest painkillers. My vision blurred at times; confusion came in waves. The suspected cause? A post-lumbar puncture complication. Before they could intervene with an epidural blood patch—15ml of my own blood injected into my spine—they needed an MRI.

I had been under the care of Dr. Muaka for pain management, but now, sitting in this cold office, I was hearing something different.

“Aside from the physical symptoms, I suspect there’s something else.”

Psychosomatic issues. Trauma.

Dr. Amreet’s words felt like a punch to the chest. Trauma? Did he mean the 13 weeks in the hospital? Did he mean the accident?

The accident.

Or

Did he mean, the union – the place where my spirit was slowly unmade.

Two weeks in HDU. Eleven weeks of aftercare. A maxillofacial surgeon whose name I had never wanted to know. Blood everywhere. Doctors surrounding my children, working to save them. My baby in a neck brace. The sickening weight of helplessness as I was forcefully ushered out of there, waiting, unable to do anything apart from fall on my knees and call my mum ‘mamii alitaka kuniulia watoto…’

All because of a mistake.

A mistake by the person behind the wheel.

(But that’s a story for another day.)

Dr. Amreet started me on amitriptyline to help me sleep and strongly recommended counseling. I found myself at Amani Counseling Centre, where I met Naomi.

“Let’s start from the beginning.”

“Which beginning, Naomi?” I sobbed. “Which one?”

I bowed my head into my palms, utterly defeated.

Two sessions in, Naomi referred me to Dr. Okonji, a psychiatrist at Nairobi Hospital. That’s where my real diagnosis came – Depression.

I had always thought I was strong, that I could take whatever life threw at me. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? The brain gets sick, just like any other part of the body. And mine was drowning.

I was taken off amitriptyline and put on quintipin and another antidepressant I no longer remember. Days blurred together. Nights stretched endlessly. I wasn’t living. I was existing.

Then one day, I put up a post on Africa Motorcycle Diaries asking where I could learn to ride. The responses led me to Tris Motorcycles.

Tris told me to come in for training in the afternoon. I looked at her and asked, “Can I come in the evening instead?”

She didn’t know why. Not yet.

The truth? The medications I took at night didn’t wear off until 4 p.m. the next day. Before that, I was a shell. I needed to come after 5 p.m. when I was at least functional enough to balance on the bike. She agreed.

So every evening, I rode.

After each class, I would take long walks, whispering prayers into the wind. “God, I am doing this to conquer the depression. Please… just give me a second chance. Let me be normal again.”

I hadn’t felt normal in three years. And I was desperate.

That’s how I began.

You see, grace is not weakness.
It is the quiet roar of strength when life bares its teeth, ready to tear you apart.
It is standing there, battered and bruised, and still choosing kindness.
It is resisting the urge to grow claws in return.

Grace is the armor of the brave – worn not for the glory, but for the When you see me embrace a stranger,it’s not for glory,it’s for my soul.

Because the strong ones? They don’t cry for help. They whisper to themselves, “One more step. One more fight.” And no matter how broken they feel,

They stand up anyway.

(Be Encouraged , Come up for air, It is well)

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Riding to the Equator: Celebrating Women Who Inspire : A Journey with Ms. Anne Keter

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The deep rumble of my motorcycle echoed through the morning air as I rode toward Mogotio, a small town in Kenya where the Equator silently cuts across the land. But this ride wasn’t just about crossing a geographical milestone it was about meeting a woman who has turned knowledge into empowerment. Ms. Anne Keter, a geography expert, educator, and advocate for gender equality, has made it her life’s work to inspire and uplift her community. As International Women’s Day approaches, her story is a powerful reminder of the resilience and brilliance of women shaping our world. I first connected with Anne over the phone, instantly captivated by her passion for geography. She spoke with the confidence of someone who had spent years translating knowledge into real-world impact. Now, as I neared the Equator marker in Mogotio, I saw her standing with a warm, knowing smile ready to share wisdom not just about the Earth’s hemispheres, but about life itself.

A Lesson at the Center of the World

Anne’s curio shop, tucked just a few meters from the Equator, is more than a collection of artifacts it’s a hub of knowledge. “This is the center of the world,” she said, gesturing to the invisible yet powerful line that splits the planet. “Here, you stand in neither the northern nor the southern hemisphere. You are in perfect balance.” Then came one of the most fascinating demonstrations I’ve ever witnessed the Coriolis effect in action. With a simple basin of water, Anne illustrated how the Earth’s rotation influences the movement of winds and currents. Right on the Equator, water drained straight down. A few steps north, it swirled clockwise. South, it spiraled counterclockwise. Seeing this scientific wonder unfold before my eyes was mesmerizing, but Anne’s impact stretched far beyond geography.

Beyond Borders: Empowering Women and Communities

Anne is not just a teacher of science; she is a force for social change. A dedicated advocate against gender-based violence, she has spent years educating rural communities on the importance of safety, equality, and empowerment. “Understanding geography helps us navigate the world, but understanding people helps us change it,” she told me. Her work in training women and men alike to recognize and combat gender-based violence is a testament to her belief that education is the foundation of a just society.

Honoring Women Who Lead Change

As the sun painted the sky in shades of gold, I realized that this ride wasn’t just about reaching a destination it was about the people who make the journey meaningful. Ms. Anne Keter embodies the spirit of International Women’s Day: a woman who breaks barriers, educates, and uplifts others. This March 8th, let’s celebrate women like Anne – women who turn knowledge into empowerment and challenges into opportunities. Let’s amplify their voices, support their missions, and ride toward a world where every woman’s potential is recognized and honored.
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Urban Trails and Timeless Tales: A Motorcycle Journey Through Nairobi’s Hidden History

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Motorcycle adventures are often synonymous with rugged trails and untamed landscapes, but I believe adventure is wherever curiosity takes you. On my latest ride through Nairobi County, I discovered two incredible locations that redefined what it means to explore: the Old Fire Station and the Nairobi Railway Museum.

A Stop at the Historic Old Fire Station

Nestled near Nairobi’s city center, the Old Fire Station is a landmark that’s easy to overlook amidst the urban bustle. Located on Tom Mboya Street, this station is one of Nairobi’s oldest fire service buildings, steeped in history and a testament to the city’s growth over the decades.

As I rolled into the compound, I was greeted warmly by the firemen on duty. They welcomed me like an old friend, a gesture that set the tone for the rest of my visit. I was immediately struck by the station’s vintage charm — the brickwork, old fire engines gleaming in the sunlight, and the palpable sense of pride the firemen took in their work.

The firemen graciously took me on a guided tour, sharing stories of Nairobi’s firefighting history. I learned about the evolution of fire engines, the bravery required for their work, and the challenges they face in a rapidly growing city. To top it all off, they served me a steaming cup of uji (porridge) — a simple yet heartwarming gesture that made me feel at home. As I sipped, I realized how much history and humanity were tucked away in this seemingly ordinary place.

Does a fire station seem like a strange destination for an adventure? Perhaps. But for me, adventure is about connection, history, and uncovering hidden gems, and the Old Fire Station delivered all three.

The Nairobi Railway Museum: A Journey Through Time

From the fire station, I rode to my next destination, the Nairobi Railway Museum, located along Workshop Road, just a short distance from the city center. The museum, a treasure trove of Kenya’s railway history, stands as a gateway to the stories that shaped the nation.

As I entered, I was greeted by the sight of towering locomotives, each bearing the weight of decades gone by. The museum houses an impressive collection of old steam engines, carriages, and other railway memorabilia. Walking among these massive machines, I could almost hear the echoes of bustling train stations and the rhythmic chugging of engines cutting across the savannah.

One of the highlights was learning about the construction of the Kenya-Uganda Railway, famously nicknamed the “Lunatic Line.” The project, which began in 1896, was fraught with challenges, from hostile terrain and disease to encounters with wildlife. The tales of the “Man-Eaters of Tsavo,” lions that allegedly attacked railway workers, were especially gripping.

The museum’s curator shared fascinating anecdotes, such as how the railway played a pivotal role in shaping Nairobi into the metropolis it is today. I also saw the luxurious carriage used by colonial governors and dignitaries, a stark contrast to the utilitarian trains that transported workers and goods. It was a vivid reminder of the different worlds that coexisted during that era.

Redefining Adventure Riding

This motorcycle adventure through Nairobi was unconventional, yet profoundly enriching. It reminded me that adventure isn’t confined to remote landscapes or daring feats. Sometimes, it’s about uncovering the stories that lie hidden in plain sight.

The Old Fire Station and the Nairobi Railway Museum are more than just historical sites; they’re living narratives of Nairobi’s past, filled with resilience, innovation, and human spirit. These places deserve a spot on every adventurer’s itinerary.

If you’re looking for a guided tour that’s equal parts history, culture, and adventure, join me on my next ride. Let’s explore the unconventional and redefine what it means to journey through Nairobi.

 

Have you visited these places or similar ones? Share your thoughts or join me on my next ride to uncover more hidden gems in Nairobi County!

 

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Riding Through Time: A Motorcycle Pilgrimage to Kiambu’s Historic Isaac Watson Memorial Church

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There’s something magical about combining the thrill of motorcycle adventure with the discovery of Kenya’s hidden historical gems. My latest journey took me to Kiambu County, specifically to Kikuyu Town, to explore the Scott-Watson Memorial Church—an adventure steeped in history, architecture, and cultural significance.

The Road to Kiambu County

The crisp morning air and the rumble of my motorcycle set the tone for an exhilarating ride from Nairobi to Kikuyu Town, just 20 kilometers away. The route, surrounded by lush greenery and rolling hills, was a gentle reminder of the serene landscapes that Kiambu County offers. The roads are a mix of smooth tarmac and some off-road sections, making it a perfect destination for any adventure seeker looking to blend a scenic ride with a dash of challenge.

Discovering the Isaac Watson Memorial Church

Arriving at the Isaac Watson Memorial Church, the sight of the Neo-Gothic structure left me in awe. The church, often referred to as the oldest PCEA building in East Africa, is not just an architectural marvel but also a gazetted National Monument. Built between 1833 and 1909, the church’s design reflects the intricate craftsmanship of its era. The heavy-gauge galvanized corrugated iron sheets, used for both the walls and the steeply raked roof, glistened under the sunlight. The windows, a blend of wooden casements with clear and stained glass, added a touch of elegance, casting colorful reflections into the interior. Inside, the wooden ceiling and walls, all crafted from exotic cedar wood, exude a warm and inviting ambiance. It’s no wonder the church is fondly referred to as the “House of Cedars.” Cedar wood’s natural resistance to termites and pests ensures the church remains well-preserved over a century later. Walking through the church’s interior felt like stepping back in time, every creak of the floorboards whispering stories of the past.

A Church with a Scottish Connection

One of the most fascinating aspects of this church is its origin. The entire structure, except for the cement screed floor, was fabricated in Scotland and shipped to Mombasa as a completely knocked-down kit. From Mombasa, it was transported by rail to Kikuyu and meticulously assembled on-site. This logistical feat is a testament to the dedication of the early missionaries who envisioned this place of worship.

More Than Just a Church

The Isaac Watson Memorial Church is not only a spiritual landmark but also an educational one. The missionaries who founded the church were instrumental in establishing schools in the region, including the prestigious Alliance High Schools. This earned Kikuyu Town the title “The Cradle of Kenya’s Education.” Standing in this historic site, I couldn’t help but feel immense gratitude for the visionaries whose efforts transformed the community and laid the foundation for Kenya’s modern education system.

Why Visit?

For history enthusiasts, architecture lovers, and cultural explorers, the Scott-Watson Memorial Church offers a rare glimpse into the past. It’s a place where you can marvel at neo-Gothic design, learn about the intersection of faith and education in Kenya, and appreciate the enduring legacy of cedar wood.

Guided Adventures with Me

My motorcycle adventures are not just about the ride; they’re about discovering places like this and connecting them to Kenya’s broader story. If you’re intrigued by the idea of exploring such historical and cultural gems, I invite you to join me on a guided tour. Together, we can uncover more hidden treasures across Kenya, each with its unique tale waiting to be told.

Let’s Spark a Discussion

Have you visited the Isaac Watson Memorial Church or any other historical sites in Kiambu County? What are your thoughts on blending adventure riding with cultural exploration? Share your experiences or questions in the comments below. Let’s keep the conversation going! Adventure riding isn’t just about the destination; it’s about the stories we uncover along the way. The Isaac Watson Memorial Church is one such story, a testament to Kenya’s rich history and the incredible journeys waiting to be discovered.  
Kagwiria Murungi in Turkana by Motorcycle

Through the Sands of Time: My 30-Day Motorcycle Journey Across Turkana

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Turkana County is where the sun seems to meld with the horizon, painting the earth in shades of gold and ochre. This was not going to be no ordinary adventure. Over 30 days, I embarked on a ride through one of Kenya’s most remote yet culturally rich regions, weaving through its tough terrain, meeting extraordinary people, and uncovering stories as ancient as the land itself.

The journey began in Nairobi and took me through Kitale, West Pokot, Kainuk, Kalemworok, Kakong’, and Lokichar, before finally arriving in Lodwar, the gateway to Turkana. From there, every stop unraveled a new layer of Turkana’s vibrant culture and breathtaking landscapes.

Discovering Turkana’s Hidden Gems

Each day was a lesson in resilience and wonder. I spent nights in Lodwar and Kanamkemer, immersed in the local way of life. My travels took me to places that felt like stepping into history books:

  • Namortung’a: Ancient stone pillars shrouded in mystery, believed to serve as celestial markers for early civilizations.
  • Kalokol: A bustling fishing hub on the shores of Lake Turkana.
  • The Wadach Pyramids: Natural rock formations that inspire awe and curiosity.
  • Lobolo and Eliye Springs: Oasis-like retreats where palm trees sway against the desert’s stark backdrop.
  • Kang’atotha: A village that introduced me to Turkana’s intricate beadwork.
  • Central Island: An active volcanic island in Lake Turkana, home to three crater lakes, each teeming with unique ecosystems.
  • Lake Turkana Gulf: A shimmering expanse of water that sustains life and livelihoods.
  • Fishermen Villages: From Lotisan to Lochilet and Wadite to Lokwar-angipirie, each village revealed the daily struggles and triumphs of the fisherfolk who call Lake Turkana home.
  • ICT Hub at Loropio: A surprising beacon of technological innovation in this remote region.
  • Kataboi, Nariokotome, and Lowareng’ak: Villages that offered glimpses into Turkana’s communal resilience.
  • The Kenyan Canyon at Mlango: A dramatic natural formation that left me awestruck.
  • Lokitaung’ and Mlima Tatu: Landmarks that challenged my endurance and rewarded me with spectacular views.
  • The Gold Mines at Nadapal: Known locally as “Gold,” where miners dream of striking fortune.
  • Kakuma Refugee Camp: A testament to human resilience, where cultures from across Africa converge.

Cultural Immersion: Food, Jewelry, and Traditions

Turkana’s culture is a tapestry of traditions passed down through generations. I was fortunate to experience their unique way of life, starting with their cuisine.

Nang’aria, a porridge-like dish, was a staple on my journey. It is served in a traditional wooden dish called Atubua, adding a ceremonial touch to every meal. I also tried Epong’, donkey meat revered as medicinal, earning it the nickname Epong’ e Dawa (donkey meat is medicine). Another highlight was Topetokon, a type of meat prepared with an array of herbs that Turkana communities have relied on for generations. Their knowledge of local herbs is vast, with many used for food, medicine, and even rituals.

I wore Ngakoromwa, the intricate beadwork that Turkana women adorn. Each piece is more than just jewelry; it’s a story. The red beads symbolize bravery and strength, blue represents water, green stands for fertility, and yellow and white signify blessings and purity. Wearing their jewelry felt like carrying their history with me.

Overcoming the Terrain

The Turkana landscape is as unforgiving as it is mesmerizing. I battled endless stretches of open roads, scorching heat, and rugged paths that tested my limits. Yet, every challenge brought rewards: breathtaking sunsets over Lake Turkana, the thrill of navigating the Kenyan Canyon, and the serenity of Eliye Springs. Despite the lack of showers on some days and the overwhelming heat, the beauty and resilience of the land kept me going.

Empowering Turkana’s Communities

This journey wasn’t just about exploring; it was about connecting. Turkana’s micro-economies—fishing, beadwork, mining—are lifelines that deserve global attention. Through my motorcycle adventures, I’m committed to amplifying their voices and supporting sustainable initiatives. By sharing their stories, I hope to inspire solutions that uplift these communities and preserve their rich heritage.

Imagine if the world embraced the artistry of their beadwork, the ingenuity of their fishing techniques, or the potential of their gold mines. Together, we can ensure that Turkana’s story is celebrated globally.

Little-Known Facts About Turkana

  • Cradle of Mankind: Turkana is home to the Turkana Boy, a nearly complete Homo Erectus skeleton.
  • Lake Turkana: The world’s largest permanent desert lake, it’s a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
  • Namortung’a: These ancient stone pillars are Turkana’s version of Stonehenge, their purpose still debated by historians.
  • Herbal Knowledge: The Turkana have an extensive understanding of local herbs, using them for food, medicine, and rituals.

Why I Ride

Every kilometre I cover is a step closer to uncovering and sharing stories that matter. Turkana left an indelible mark on my heart, and through my rides, I hope to leave a legacy of empowerment and connection. My motorcycle is more than just a means of travel; it’s a bridge between worlds, carrying stories of hope and resilience from the heart of Turkana to the rest of the world.

 

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Nairobi to Homa Bay: Six Days of Rugged Trails, Serene Shores, and Timeless Stories on Two Wheels

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When I mounted my Kawasaki KLR 650 in Nairobi that morning, I was ready for an adventure—but the six days that followed exceeded all expectations. My destination was Homa Bay County, a region brimming with scenic landscapes, cultural richness, and off-road challenges. As a motorcycle enthusiast, this was the kind of journey I live for, and I’m thrilled to share my story with you.

From Nairobi to Mbita: The Start of a Journey

The ride from Nairobi to Mbita set the stage. Smooth tarmac gave way to dusty roads, and I was reminded of why I’m drawn to these expeditions. There’s something about the changing terrain that awakens the senses. As I approached Mbita, the view of Lake Victoria’s shimmering waters against the backdrop of distant islands filled me with anticipation.

The Water-bus to Mfangano Island

Mfangano Island was my first major stop, and getting there was an adventure in itself. At Mbita, I loaded my motorcycle onto the water-bus, a vessel that ferries locals and adventurers like me across Lake Victoria. Watching the waves lap against the sides of the boat, I felt a mix of exhilaration and trepidation—what awaited me on the other side? Mfangano Island is a gem of off-road terrain. Not a single inch of tarmac greeted my tires, just pure, rugged trails. My KLR 650 and I were in our element. Navigating these paths tested my skills and reminded me of the sheer joy of adventure riding.

Discovering Mfangano: Mawanga Stone Arts and Soklo

One of the highlights of Mfangano was visiting the Mawanga Stone Arts. This site features intricate carvings on ancient stones, believed to have been created by the Abasuba people. The carvings depict animals, humans, and celestial symbols, telling stories of a bygone era. Standing there, I felt connected to a history that spoke of creativity, spirituality, and resilience. From there, I ascended Soklo, the island’s highest point. The climb was challenging, but the panoramic views from the summit were worth every effort. Lake Victoria stretched out in every direction, dotted with fishing boats and distant islands. It was a reminder of how vast and beautiful this region is.

The Serenity of Takawiri Island

Reaching Takawiri Island required leaving my motorcycle behind on Mfangano. Accessible only by boat, Takawiri is a haven of tranquility. I explored the island on foot, marveling at its white sandy beaches and crystal-clear waters. It felt like stepping into a postcard. Returning to Mfangano to retrieve my bike, I was struck by how seamlessly this journey blended moments of rugged adventure with serene reflection.

Paying Tribute at Rusinga Island

The next leg of my journey took me to Rusinga Island. One of the most poignant moments was visiting the Tom Mboya Mausoleum. Shaped like a bullet, the mausoleum is a tribute to one of Kenya’s greatest leaders, whose life was tragically cut short. Tom Mboya was a visionary, instrumental in shaping Kenya’s independence and education system. Meeting his brother at the mausoleum was an honor, and it deepened my appreciation for Mboya’s legacy.

Challenges Along the Way

Adventure riding is never without its hurdles. On Mfangano Island, my motorcycle’s battery gave out, and with no mechanic available, I had to rely on a jump start to keep going. It wasn’t until I reached Rusinga that I found a solution. Such challenges are part of the journey and make the successes even sweeter.

Community Connections

Beyond the sights and challenges, the people of Homa Bay County made this trip unforgettable. On Mfangano Island, I joined locals in fishing activities along the shores. Their warmth and openness turned strangers into friends and gave me a glimpse into their way of life.

An Invitation to Ride With Me

This six-day journey to Homa Bay County was more than just an adventure—it was a reminder of the beauty and resilience of Kenya. From the rugged trails of Mfangano to the serene beaches of Takawiri, every moment was an experience worth savoring. If my story inspires you, I invite you to join me on a guided tour. Let’s explore the hidden gems of Kenya together, one ride at a time. Whether you’re a seasoned rider, an adventure enthusiast, or someone simply looking for a unique travel experience, there’s a journey here for you. Let’s ride!  
Riding through Machakos

From Anti-Gravity Hills to Historic Castles: The Motorcycle Adventure to Machakos County

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Machakos County, with its captivating mix of natural wonders and historical landmarks, offers a journey into Kenya’s cultural and colonial past. My recent motorcycle adventure on my trusty Kawasaki KLR 650 took me to this region, where every mile was filled with discovery and stories waiting to be told.

Kya Mwilu: The Enigmatic Anti-Gravity Hill

The adventure began at Kya Mwilu, a site famous for its mysterious anti-gravity phenomenon. Here, vehicles appear to roll uphill on what seems like a downward slope. Intrigued, I tested it myself, letting my motorcycle idle. To my amazement, it began rolling backward—uphill. This optical illusion, created by the unique lay of the land, left me in awe and eager for the adventures ahead.

Through Tala and Kisyukioni

From Kya Mwilu, I rode through Tala and Kisyukioni, enjoying the smooth roads and scenic landscapes dotted with acacia trees. Life in these small towns buzzed with warmth, as locals waved and called out in greetings. The vibrant culture and serenity of these stops were the calm before the thrill of an off-road ride to a historic landmark: the Macmillan Castle.

Macmillan Castle: A Portal to Kenya’s Colonial Past

My next destination was the Macmillan Castle, nestled in a place called Muka Mukuu. The name, which translates to “first wife” in Kikamba, evokes a sense of tradition and significance. This imposing structure was built in the early 1900s by Sir William Northrup McMillan, an adventurer and colonial settler of American descent. Standing at the castle’s entrance, I was struck by its grandeur and sense of foreboding. Built with thick stone walls, the castle once served multiple roles: a hunting lodge, a social hub for McMillan’s extravagant parties, and later, during World Wars I and II, a military hospital and a prison. Exploring the castle, I descended into the underground chambers, where the notorious prisoners’ bunkers lay. The air was cool and damp, and the narrow passages evoked an eerie sense of the suffering endured by those held there. Walking through these spaces, I could almost hear the whispers of history. The castle is surrounded by vast land that was once home to sisal farms, worked by laborers, including Tom Mboya’s parents, Leonardus Ndiege and Marcella Onyango. These farms were part of McMillan’s expansive 19,000-acre Juja estate. Tom Mboya, a towering figure in Kenya’s fight for independence, was born on this land—a connection that ties Kenya’s colonial history to its fight for freedom.

The Journey to the Waterway

After immersing myself in the castle’s history, I embarked on an off-road route toward a waterway crossing that would lead me to Thika. Upon arrival, I was greeted by makeshift rafts that seemed like they could sink at any moment. Yet, they were the lifeline for ferrying people, livestock, and even motorcycles across the water. The spectacle began as a team of more than ten men worked together to load my heavy Kawasaki KLR 650 onto one of the rafts. The raft wobbled under the weight, and I was asked to board the same vessel. Out of concern for overloading, I declined and opted for a separate raft, nervously watching as my bike floated across the water ahead of me.

Unloading the Beast

Reaching the other side was only half the battle. The process of unloading the bike was an uphill task—literally. The men coordinated with incredible strength and precision, lifting the KLR 650 off the raft and onto solid ground. Their teamwork and resilience were inspiring to watch, and I couldn’t help but marvel at their determination.

Reflections on the Ride

This journey through Machakos County was more than just a motorcycle adventure; it was a deep dive into Kenya’s history, culture, and the indomitable spirit of its people. From the mysterious Kya Mwilu to the storied walls of Macmillan Castle in Muka Mukuu, and the communal effort at the waterway crossing, every moment was filled with wonder and connection. For motorcycle enthusiasts and adventurers looking to explore Kenya’s hidden gems, I offer guided tours to these extraordinary destinations. Together, we’ll uncover stories of resilience, history, and landscapes that leave a lasting impression. Let’s make every ride an unforgettable story—where history meets adventure, and every destination has a tale to tell.