It has again been forever since I updated, so this will be a summary calendar followed by a description if you are interested in hearing more about a certain aspect.
For fun I have some statistics at the bottom like number of equator crossings, a map to show you our crazy route, and some fun facts. I will try and follow this lengthy post up with more anecdotal ones, but I thought a catch up was in order.
December 14th – Carnivore in Nairobi
We debated over going to this obviously touristy place and in the end decided that enough people had given it a thumbs up review that we caved and went with a few traveling friends from Hell’s Gate. Carnivore is a Brazilian grill style meat feast where waiters come around with Masai spears full of grilled meats. The attraction back in the day was that you could eat exotic meats like zebra, warthog, snake, giraffe, etc… but do to a combination of conservation and probably price of the meats, this main attraction has been limited to ostrich and crocodile, though they don’t tell you this. Now, I am not saying that it wasn’t fun to eat crocodile (think salty fishy chicken), but the ostrich was made into a meatball so it didn’t really taste different, and in South Africa we had better ostrich, as well as warthog, kudu, and some other cool meats. The main stays at Carnivore are beef and pork, and they’re not that astoundingly, especially not for the price. My vote for future tourists would be skip it, there are better places to eat (one mentioned below).
December 15th – Off the Beaten Path… Drive to Nyahururu to see Thompsons Falls
Back on the road with our sweet Corolla, still missing its review, we headed out with Dan, our new German friend. Our goal was to see some off the out of the way sites and based on out readings from Lonely Planet and RoughGuide (the RoughGuide is way more detailed and better by the way), we picked out Thompson’s Falls, Lake Bogoria and Lake Baringo, some places in Laikipia or some places near Mt. Kenya (to be decided later). The drive was beautiful, though the roads are so pocked with a variety of small holes and giant craters it makes you feel like you are in a video game as you try and dodge the them while watch out for speeding matatus and passing incredibly slow tractors. The driving has only reaffirmed my belief that I would probably be an amazing racecar driver.
We started late in the morning and made it to Nyahururu in the late afternoon as the sun was waning. After checking out a few places we decided to stay at the Safari Inn. A typical Kenyan guesthouse, simple and clean, it was a great place to stay and we made a great dinner over our little propane stove in the room (it really is amazing how good our austere cooking has become).
December 16th – Thompson’s Falls to Lake Bogoria’s Hot Spring Geysers and Lake Baringo
We got up early in the morning (I know that’s hard for most of you to believe that Eli and I wake up early, but occasionally we make it happen) and headed over to the falls. It was an easy 2 kilometer hike down to the base of the beautiful falls, where we hung out for a bit exploring around. There were more hikes to be done but we wanted to make it to Bogoria so we headed back up the now more difficult 2K hike. On the road again we drove through some interesting landscapes that reminded us of Arizona and New Mexico. We stopped by what we thought was a huge aloe plantation, though it could also have been sisal. The field made an amazing pattern of spiky emerald green, as the plants were laid out in strict lines for miles. After a few more hours drive we arrived in the incredibly hot semi-desert of Lake Borgoria. We had lunch at the gates and drove into the park were we saw the beautiful emerald lake with hundreds of flamingos lining the shore, some amazing eagles, a greater kudu, and of course the amazing hot spring geysers. With water temperatures up to 100 degrees Celsius (212 degrees Fahrenheit) you can boil an egg or potatoes in the water surrounding the geysers quickly. It was amazing to see these thermal vents through crystal clear water bubbling up and cause ten-foot high fountains of boiling water. After the amazement wore off and we began to bore of watching the geysers, we took off and headed for our campsite at Lake Baringo in a small town of Kampi Ya Samaki, which literally translates to Fish Camp. We passed the local’s toll, the only toll road I have seen in Kenya, and made our way to Robert’s Camp.
December 17th and 18th – Lake Baringo @ Robert’s Camp with the Hippos
Robert’s camp was amazing, great facilities for camping, a nice bar with icy cold beer, good food if you didn’t want to make your own, plenty of free scrap wood for a fire, and access to the lake shore where hippos freely graze, crocodiles sunbath and fish eagles abound. The coolest part of this camp is that the hippos, a nighttime grazing animal, come out of the water and graze AROUND YOUR TENT. This is actually really safe because they are very shy creatures and as long as you stay in your tent still and don’t scare them with flash photography they will just casually graze by and around you. However, that is not to say that it is not absolutely terrifying as these are incredibly large animals that whose shadows are magnified onto your tent and you can actually hear them crunching the grass with their massive mandibles inches from your tent wall. While Eli thought this was awesome, my feelings shifted from amazement to terror that they would start to fight and roll over our tent or that something would scare them and they would trample us. Neither of these happened either night though thankfully.
December 19th till 20th – Drive to Timau, a small hike by Mt. Kenya, and the Kenya Zebra Burrito
While Lake Baringo was cool, it was incredibly hot and the hippo and croc infested waters did not provide the swimming that one might hope for, so off we went for Laikipia and a place called Bobong Campsites. Unfortunately, we did not have a 4X4 vehicle and the roads, which we braved for a good distance before turning around, were incredibly rocky. So the change of plans sent us off towards Timau River Lodge right outside of Nyere and at the base of Mt. Kenya National Park. Timau River Lodge was incredibly quaint, you drive down a sketchy abandoned looking path and arrive at a gate, which when opened and you can see beyond you feel like you are suddenly transported to a little dutch home. There is a waterfall, duck and goose pond (ducks and geese present), adorable wood buildings, and the reception had this massive fire place dwarfed only by those at the Awani in Yosemite. We spoke with the owners who had moved to Kenya a long time ago from Afghanistan and set up shop. The next day we woke up early, made breakfast and went on a hike out to Ken Trout to go fishing. The views of Mt. Kenya were fantastic and though Ken Trout did not prove to have the hoped for fishing, it did have a very scenic area to have a beer. That night we made burritos, the most longed for food, and they turned out fantastic… a picture of the Kenya zebra burrito can be seen below or on my Flikr depending on upload speeds.
December 21st and 22nd – Around Mt. Kenya with 200 speed bumps and back to Nairobi, the Elephant Orphanage, Giraffe Center, and a tragic loss
Instead of driving back the way we came we decided to take the long way around Mt. Kenya back to Nairobi. The views provided on this drive were amazing; a sharp contrast to the desert land of the lake area, the area around Mt. Kenya would be described as fertile, green, lush, and in some areas bordering on jungle/forests. We were warned before we started the journey that there were about 200 speed bumps along this route to slow our progress, and thinking this a hilarious number we decided to count as we went… there are in fact 200 speed bumps exactly between Timau and Nairobi via Meru. Once back in Nairobi we rushed to the Nairobi National Park to go to the David Shendrick Elephant Orphanage were we got to see the cutest baby elephants who had been orphaned due to poaching, falling into water drainages, or unknown reasons. While these adorable beasts were one of the highlights of the day, when we were leaving a rehabilitated black rhino called Sheda showed up in the parking lot. The Nairobi national park is a wildlife sanctuary on the outskirts of Nairobi where animals live protected and wild, Sheda had been an orphaned black rhino who was reintroduced into the wild (a.k.a. the park) and who had returned to her original stomping grounds, a brilliant surprise considering that the black rhino is very shy and elusive… as well as easy spooked, in which case they charge. After watching the rhino for as long as we could without getting kicked out for our own safety, we headed to the near by Giraffe Center to feed some rare Rothschild Giraffes. There are apparently 3 types of giraffe, Rothschild (endangered), Masai (the typical one), and reticulated (also typical), all of which can be differentiated by their spots. Though over packed with other Sunday tourists and local families, we got there just in time to feed a giraffe and see some tortoise before heading off. The tragic loss occurred on our way back to Upper Hill Campsite when a matatu tried to pass us on a two-lane road into traffic and fearing for the car we were driven off the road where we popped a tire and were stuck on the side of the road. After successfully changing the tire to the spare our now much worse for the wear Corolla and passengers finally arrived “home”.
December 23rd and 24th – Eli’s Parents Arrive; Nairobi, Kenya to Dar Es Salam, Tanzania… and the case of the missing baggage
The long awaited for date finally came and we met Kathy and John at their hotel, which conveniently was not far from our own location (thank your for all the gifts to those who sent us stuff). We began to condense our life down to two bags for our upcoming travels (we got down to one big bag and a small bag each, including sleeping bags and tent) and then went out to dinner at Misono, an excellent Japanese Hibachi restaurant. The next day was Christmas Eve and we went to the airport for our flight from Nairobi to Dar Es Salam. There are some Kenya things that really slay me, specifically the lack of customer service, I honestly think its cultural. We went to check in for our flight that we had reconfirmed the night before, only to find out that our plane had booked in full, which was funny since we had not booked in and were 2 ½ hours early. What had happened, a story it took much coaxing to get out of the ticketing agent, is that seats on the plane were held for connecting passengers… essentially they did not count the connecting passengers when selling tickets on the plane. This did not really flabbergast me as it occurs in the US as well, but what really chapped my ass was the fact that the agent seemed to think this was somehow not the airlines fault and that we should be thankful to be put on a later flight, as if it were somehow our fault. In the US when this happens they ask for volunteers to get bumped and offer some form of compensation (i.e. miles, tickets, upgrades, money); however, after some discussion we managed to talk to the manager who allowed us access to the business class lounge. Later that night we finally get a plane to Dar Es Salam, meaning we saw nothing of our really nice hotel or the city, but we got there… this was not the case for our baggage. After some discussion with the agents there it became apparent that again, this is common and our bags would be there tomorrow and we should be happy… even if they were not going to make it in time for our 7am flight to Ruaha. Still not getting bummed out about this, probably due to the free booze in the business lounge and the fact that this was still the nicest place we had slept in months, we went to the hotel, had some beers and calamari and celebrated our holiday.
December 25th – Christmas in Ruaha… the case of the missing bags continues
Despite reassurances the bags did not make it… however we did make it on our little Cesna to Ruaha. This is the smallest plan that I have ever been on and the experience was amazing… it’s the closest thing to flying in a bubble as you can see out all the windows including the cockpit. We landed in Ruaha and were greeted by our guide Pietro, an amazingly jovial, young and wonderful Italian guy who had become a guide when he decided that being a civil engineer was no longer what he wanted to do. We drove to Kwihala, the 8 tent camp we were staying at and at which we were the only guests, and had to drive through some amazingly muddy roads as they had just graded the roads with sand and it had rained heavily for the last two days, turning the roads to goo. While this was distressing for Pietro, I thought it was awesome and in Eli’s words “was kinda like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride.” I should clarify something, when I say our campsite, I am not talking about the kind of campsites you might expect or the kind that Eli and I have been staying at, this was a luxury tented camp with semi-permanent canvas tents with full bathrooms. The tents and the lounge area had obvious had the careful touch of an interior designer and were tastefully done with amazing East African art, pottery, and the logo of a Baobob tree on the most things. I will post pictures, as words really can’t describe this all. We went for a short game drive at sundown, returned to camp, showered, and then went to the main tent where they had a small fire going outside. We sat down, were given drinks and freshly roasted (still hot) cashews to nibble before our delicious 4-course dinner. The food was better than anything I had eaten up to that point in Kenya and we all went to bed happy, full, a bit of a buzz, with visions of luggage dancing in our heads.
December 26th and 27th – Ruaha and John the hero… case closed
Morning and a wonderful breakfast came but still no baggage, 4 of the 6 bags had been located but they had missed the morning’s flight. Though we had only been on one game drive and the vacation had only just started, albeit sans clothing, it was obvious something needed to be done if we wanted clothes on this trip. This is where John, having dealt with situations similar to this in the past decided it wasn’t going to get done if someone didn’t go and get it done, and so he sacrificed two days (practically the whole time) at Kwahala and hopped on the next flight to Dar Es Salam to sort out the luggage ordeal… our hero. Meanwhile we went on an amazing game drive where we saw elephants, monkeys, zebra, warthogs, dik-dik, kudu, gazelle in herd, baboons, giraffe, hippos (who apparently fling their poop with their tails as it comes out), and over 65 species of birds both big and small. I have never been a birder but when you are out with someone who knows their wildlife and can tell you all the cool fact about each bird and encourages you to keep a list, its hard not to get into it. While lunch had been amazing the day before they feed you to the brim and all you really do on safari is sit in a car and look for animals, not the most strenuous work, and we all decided to push through lunch, keep driving and head straight to another amazing dinner. John came back the next day mid afternoon, bags in tow, and the true relaxing part of the vacation began… we went on a sundowner (definition: a sundowner is a drink somewhere while watching the sunset) that night to a spot near out camp where there was a pride of lions with 4 small cubs, it was amazing to just see them play with each other and bother the male lion, and enjoy some wine while the sun went down on another fantastic day.
Side Story: Dik-dik are really small deer with small, straight horns on the male… they are really cute looking and easily scared off; however, Pietro told us a story about a friend of his who apparently came out of his tent and startled a dik-dik, who proceeded to use these horns to stab him in the shin… this sounds like the best bar story ever, “One time, I was stabbed by a dik-dik…”
December 28th till 31st – Luxury in the Bush @ Beho Beho
After a short game drive where we almost saw a leopard, we said goodbye to Pietro and hoped in another small Cesna to our next destination, an amazing camp called Beho Beho. This is by far and away the nicest place I have ever stayed, in fact, the rooms were rated the second most romantic in the world… again, descriptions won’t really due and I will post some pictures to really give you an idea of the breadth of how beautiful this place is (or you can check it out at www.behobeho.com, as I could write forever on all the amazing aspects of this place). It was much warmer in Beho Beho, which is in an area called Selous, and we were greeted with cold fruit juice and cold towels before taken on a small walking safari (which is much much cooler than a game drive). We walked down to a hippo pool and watched the males show their dominance, and then went back to our ridiculous rooms. Set on a hill, each room an entirely open wall on one side that had a balcony that over looked the savannah below, they even came with an amazing telescope to get up close views of the animals. Throughout the next days we ate some of the best food I have ever had (3 course meals that included lobsters, bubuti – a South African dish, incredible steals, and even fajitas), and went on some amazing game drives. One day we did a walking safari to track a black rhino and came up close and personal with elephant and giraffes, though no rhinos. We also had a day where we did an early morning game drive to a lake where we boated around and saw amazing birds, crocs, hippos, and fish that literally leapt out of the water and across (or into – see picture below) our boat. We were surprised with a brunch that was set up on a remote shore of the lake, table, chairs, and even a proper portable toilet. Next we went back across the lake back to our vehicle and then to a hot spring where we could swim in the hot mineral rich water… it was amazing!
Side Story: If you want to hear my awesome side story send me an email and I will tell you about my elephant story… but I am not posting it here.
December 31st – New Year’s in Stone Town, Zanzibar
Our time in Beho Beho had to come to an end but now it was time to enjoy some sun and sand, so we hoped onto another little Cesna and made our way to Zanzibar. It was New Year’s Ever and we were to spend it in Stone Town since we got in during late afternoon. The city is a stunning maze of old colonial buildings, small streets, and even smaller alleys where Vespas careen around corners shops spill out from small store fronts. We quickly found out that there was no electricity on the island because the 30 year old cable from the main land that was to last only 10 years had finally died in early December, thus, where there was electricity it was from individual generators. This caused some problems as the generator at our hotel kept giving out and it is incredibly hot on the island and your room quickly becomes a sweatbox. We decided to escape our hotel and celebrate New Year’s at a restaurant called Mtoni Marine, which had candle lit tables on the beach under the stars and live traditional taarib (spelling questionable) music. It was absolutely lovely and at midnight they passed out champagne and had a live drum band that danced and played.
January 1st till 5th – Stone Town to Nungwi and the Eli’s Parents head home
Our next destination was Ras Nungwi, a resort at the tip of Zanzibar’s northern end. The resort was absolutely beautiful with its traditional thatched roof, beautiful blue pool, white sand beaches on the Indian Ocean, which is incredibly warm… some days almost too warm. Our rooms had traditional Zanzibar beds, which are absolutely beautiful, and every day we simply had to walk down to the beach, grab a hammock or a bed and relax. We walked the beach at low tide one day to the small village of Nungwi and had lunch, and another day we decided we wanted to see more of Stone Town and took a tour with a local guy who had been recommended to us by the people at Beho Beho. On one of our last days we were to go diving, something I have never done before. We woke up really early to do a refresher training in the pool (a training for me as I knew nothing) but half way through it began to rain, and did not let up for most of the day, effectively canceling our trip. While this was a bummer it was nice to be able to just relax and enjoy our surroundings. The next day John and Kathy were to leave and Eli and I were back on our own, and desperately needing to find accommodations we could afford, for while Ras Nungwi was lovely, it was far out of our budget. After combing the beach and stopping by smaller less plush places and even some resorts (who you can talk the price of the room down quite a bit if you are in person) we settled on the place right next door to Ras Nungwi called Sazani.
January 6th till 11th – Being Sick on the Beach and Diving in Nungwi
For most of the time at Sazani I was incredibly sick, which was lame but if you are going to be sick doing so on a beach and chilling in a hammock all day is definitely the way to do it. We met some really wonderful travelers who, while not staying there, came for the cheap drinks at the honor bar. The owner’s brother Martin was running the place until his sister got there and he provided great company every night. Towards the end of our time in Nungwi I began to feel much better and we decided on our last day to do the dive trip that we had missed while Eli’s parents were here. Diving is amazing and once you trust the gear, it is incredibly fun. The hardest part for me at first was breathing out, its kind of odd to be able to breath under water and have to work to breath out. While we didn’t see anything beyond some cool ass fish, diving off Menemba Island was wonderful. To get to the dive spot you take a dhow, a sort of larger traditional fishing boat, which in and of itself was fun. After diving we headed back to Sazani, said goodbye to everyone and took a dalla-dalla (the Tanzanian form of a matatu) back to Stone Town.
January 11th till 18th – Adventures in Stone Town (Learning to Ride a Vespa, Giant Tortoise, Spice Farms, and more!!!)
We ended up arriving in Stone Town at night and had someone show us to the hotel we had elected from our guidebook. Because the streets are so winding and crazy, and the fact that there are no lights so you can’t see, a guide to our hotel was necessary. In general the people on Zanzibar, and Stone Town in particular, are incredibly friendly, helpful, and jovial. Our hotel was great, despite the lack of electricity that caused the fan to go out and the heat in the room to rise to desperate levels. The next week we spent meandering the streets of Stone Town, eating wonderful Swahili Pizzas (a dough which is filled with minced meat, tomato, onion, and an egg and then fried), Swahili coffee from Zanzibar Coffee House, coffee from small street vendors (especially at Jaws Corner) where you sit on the steps of surrounding buildings or small benches and enjoy Turkish style coffee, and eating and drinking fresh coconuts. We would normally end our days with a sundowner at the Africa House or the pool at Tembo Hotel, which we had become expert at sneaking into and pretending we were guests (the key is to get a towel from the place so you blend in).
To make things interesting we decided to join the careen bunches of Vespas and rented ourselves one. Neither of us having driven a motorcycle or scooter before, this was an interesting endeavor, which thankfully ended successfully. We drove from Stone Town out to where the Spice Farms are (which are really just small mock ups of the kinds of spices grown on the larger plantations) and went on a tour. While this is totally a super touristy thing to do, it was incredibly fun and we got to see and taste all kinds of spices like vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, turmeric, cardamom, black pepper, chili, and fresh cloves. There were also various fruits like jackfruit (which is delicious), star fruit, the freshest passion fruit I have ever had, litchi, breadfruit, custard apples, coconuts, and pineapple. We were even shown the medicinal herbs such as iodine and quinine. One of my favorites however was the lipstick fruit that looked like a litchi but when you crack it open it is full of small seeds covered in an orange red powdery paste that was used by women as lipstick, hair color, and makeup. After having some of the best tea and fruit I have ever experience we hoped onto our scooter and headed for the southern tip of the island and a place called Fumba. Like most things in Africa, you plan to do 5 things and you can only ever accomplish 3, so while we planned to go swimming in the ocean at the beach there and see the dolphins, we instead ended up going to a small exclusive resort, having a beer there and swimming on their beach and at their fantastic pool. We headed back to Stone Town while the sunset.
On one of our lasts days in Stone Town we decided to head out to Chumbwa Island (or Prison Island so named because it was a slave trading spot) where for decades giant land tortoises have been raised. The huge prehistoric looking creatures were so much fun to feed, pet, and play with. Hilariously it was mating season and we were able to witness turtle sex, which is incredibly loud as the male mounts the female (his sex organs are in his tail) and proceeds to hump her with timed loud grunts. It was strange.
January 18th – Back to Kenya via Mombasa
Having exhausted all of the things within our budget to do on Zanzibar we decided to head back to Kenya and got a really cheap flight from Zanzibar back to Kenya via Mombasa, our next destination. We spent the night in Mombasa, a jam packed crazy little city, noted for the giant fake elephant tusks and other crazy little statues that pop up in the medians on its streets (like fake palm trees, a chef, a coconut with a straw, miniature tusks, an eagle).
January 19th till 25th – Life on Diani Beach as a Stiltonian
We left Mombasa in the morning and took a tuk-tuk (it’s a motorcycle with essentially a rickshaw on the back) to the ferry. There we waited with the masses of other Kenyans to take it across the inlet where we would grab one matatu and then another to finally arrive at Stilts Ecolodge on Diani beach where we would camp for the next week. Stilts was amazing because it was such a cool area and was run by a super sweet guy named Andy and some long-term backpackers who he had hired for a bit to run the basics. The people who work at Stilts refer to themselves as Stiltonians as they spend most of their days, whether they are working or not, in the common lounge area at Stilts. This is a facet of the fact that any tent or room becomes to hot to sleep in once the sun is up (its in the high 90s there) and the lounge area is high enough up to get a fantastic breeze. We filled most of our time on Diani swimming, sleeping on the beach, drinking ginger beer shandies with lime on the beach in front of 40 Thieves, and hanging out in the bar/lounge area at Stilts drinking their various infused rums while playing dominos. We had one over the top night out with a Brit named Andy and a rare muzungu Kenya named Sean where we went to a local bar in town and then out dancing at Shakatak, one of my favorite names for a club/restaurant/bar/whore den. The Sunday before we left we walked down the beach and saw an amazing and free reggae show and circus act called Kim 4 Love, which is just a really awesome free community event every weekend, if your in Diani ever, don’t miss it.
Side Note: Happy Birthday Chas!
January 26th till 28th – Mombasa for the Day and the Train to Nairobi for the Night… except we end up in a matatu for 5 hours instead
We decide to spend the day in Mombasa checking out Old Town and some cool adds and ends before heading back to Nairobi on the train. We dropped our bags at the station and made our way towards a place that was supposed to have halwa, a traditional Swahili treat like a Turkish Delight but with sesame seeds… it was really good and with my penchant for gummy candy an inevitable stomach ache. After finally locating some halwa we headed to look at fabric called kangas or lassos (African printed fabric with a saying in Swahili) and kitenge (African patterned fabric with no saying). Next on the agenda was roaming Old Town, where we encountered made to order plantain chips with masala seasoning, delicious ginger coffee, and some really wonderful people. Our meandering eventually led us to a place called Islands, which served Swahili food and we had a Swahili pizza and some mishkaki (grilled meat on a stick). By this point it was time to head back to the train and begin our journey to Nairobi. The train would at the best be called an “antique” and the reviews vary from mediocre to hating the journey, but having never traveled on an overnight train it was an opportunity we didn’t want to miss. We had you typical room to ourselves, a bit run down but no worse than some places we have stayed in, and we hung out in the restaurant car for a few beers while playing dominoes. It was only on return to our car that we noticed that our room, or rather the whole train, was infested with cockroaches. Still, this is not something that we are completely unaccustomed to and we simply tracked down some Doom from our guard and essentially bombed our room… a few minutes of letting it breathe and many dead cockroaches later we watched a movie and went to sleep. During the night however the train came to a stop because another train had apparently derailed in front of us. We had breakfast and our plans of going back to sleep until we reached Nairobi were suddenly changed into a miserable 5 hour matatu ride… pretty much the exact thing we didn’t want to do. After much exhaustion and many types of travel we finally made it to our home, Upper Hill Campsite and Backpackers… I love this place.
January 29th – TODAY… though by the time I post this yesterday
Our plans for today are to go to Gikomba Market, the third largest open-air market in Africa. We are to meet up with a guy who runs an NGO there for street kids and adults that teaches them drumming, juggling, acrobatics, and other skills that show them they have worth and do not need to sniff glue to enjoy their lives. After this we plan on checking out the market and getting some cool things to come home with, funds permitting. We have plans to finally go out and see the much talked about Nairobi night life with Jesse and Rich who own and operate the backpackers and who ever else we can wrangle into joining us. I imagine the next day will be spent recovering and planning out departure.
Side Note: Happy Birthday to the most wonderful person in the world who I have had the extreme luck of knowing for 22 years… Miss Miranda Dalton!! Love you bunches!
STATISTICS:
Equator Crossings: 8 or more
Damage to Vehicles: Flat Tire, Broken Rear View, Scratches to a Vespa
Bay Area People Met while Traveling: Approx. 13
Map:
Green Line – December 5th
Orange Line – December 10th – 13th
Red Line – December 14th – 22nd
Purple Line – January 18th – 28th
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