After visiting the medical centre and seeing the good work the Rafiki Kenia Foundation and the local doctors are doing we get back on the road. Unfortunately, we don't get away until after 10am and the temperature soon soars to 39 Celsius.
We were told it was 30 kms to Lunga Lunga, on the border. After 30 kms there is no sign of the town so we start asking the locals how far is left. "About 35 kilometres". Five kilometres later we ask another local. He replies, "Around 50 kms."
Then we meet some Kenyan Army men by the roadside.
"Are we going in the wrong direction?" "No."
"Are there hotels in Lunga Lunga?" "Yes, but they are closed because there is a cholera outbreak there."
The heat and humidity start to take their toll on me but, with the pedal on my bike worn loose, we glide down the hill into the border town before sundown.
A local lad repairs my bike in 5 minutes and Bjorn and I take a room each at a local guesthouse. It is the first time I have had my own room since I left England. It is a flee pit with character and nice staff. We cannot eat dinner because of the cholera outbreak. Neither do I shower in the potentially dangerous water. Instead, I am in bed by 7pm in my 1.25 pound room.