In April 2014, my brother submitted to his craving for Africa and traveled to Kenya in quest of adventures. I cheerily drove to Jomo Kenyatta International Airport to welcome him on the African continent.
On the 15th of April 2014, we packed our food supplies and camera, and embarked on a memorable road-trip at the earliest hours of the morning – Nairobi to Naivasha. To live the journey abundantly, we stopped at numerous places. Whenever we came across the locals, we would park the car and we would willingly approach them. We stopped at pastures and lone huts along the road to enjoy some photography. The hawkers would rush to us to invite us to visit their stall. The curiosity of the passerby would increase but few would walk to us. We listened to stories from across villages.
Eventually, we gathered that road trips never lie. It is the purest snapshot of reality. To know, you have to feel and to feel, you have to explore.