TTP was waiting for us just after 7:30am to start the bumpy rude to Dol Dol. I still cannot find the words to explain the discomfort we went through, other than effing horrific. We arrived in Dol Dol 2 hours later where Ghazi and Phil split from the main group to take 16 teachers on an ICC backed coaching program.
Now Dol Dol announced itself as a serious town in the area purely by the fact that it has 2 road signs, an irrigation plant and a herd of 40 camels that roam wherever they please. It would have had 3 road signs but the sign for bumpy road ahead got laughed off its stand. The 5 chaps left were tasked with taking 3 sessions and in total coached 172 kids. That is a good effort. That is a seriously good effort. They started at Dol Dol primary, moved on to Dol Dol secondary and ended up at St Francis’ girls.
In between sessions all coaches met at Hotel Popular in down town Dol Dol. Basic would be one word to describe the establishment… in fact basic is the only word to describe the establishment. We were joined in there by several locals and 2 Maasai warriors complete with spears! But is was good value. If one were to choose off the ala carte menu a goat stew with chippati was yours for the princely sum of 85 pence – good value I am sure you would agree.
We left the town just after 5:20 and took a detour on the way back to ensure the next sessions were sorted. During this detour Aliya informed us that she lived near by and would love to pop in to pick up some stuff. Group Captain Green, in the broadest yorkshire accent heard since Firey Fred Trueman welcomed viewers to indoor league asked her ‘have you got toilet luv?’
This meant we arrived back in Nanyuki as just before 8pm with sore arses, stiff backs and a distinct lack of humour. It had been a very long day and one that, much to the chagrin of all involved would be repeated the next day.
As a group it was decided we would stay within the hotel tonight as we were all knackered and the thought of getting back in a vehicle of any sort was something that seemed as appealing as slamming your finger repeatedly in a car door. There was obviously a price to pay for staying at base camp though as the service was so slow in the restaurant. Infact, and we don’t know for sure, but we believe the food was ordered from the kitchen in Hotel Popular and the waiter had to go and get it…. on a bike! But we were all too knackered to complain. 2 Tuskers, half a chicken and off to bed.
At this point I want to make you aware that Ghazi has now had 9 burgers and chips out of a possible 10 evening meals. I have spoken to Norris McWhirter and Ghazi needs another 4 straight burger meals to squeeze into the Christmas edition of Norris’ book.