1991 was a big travel year for me. After backpacking through some of South East Asia, India and Nepal with people I had just met along the way. I decided to do a stop over and see a bit of Africa before heading to Europe. I just had to wait a couple of days in India and organise a flight from New Delhi to Nairobi.
I remember getting a little ill on my last few day in India and lost a fair bit of weight could not keep any food down, none of the medication I had with me helped but a quick visit to the nearby chemist and some local tablets fixed my stomach quickly and I was on my way.
The travel agent selling me the one way ticket from India to Kenya was a bit confused with my lack of itinerary and plans, they wanted to check my visa. I had an India Visa in my Aussie passport, no problems but they insisted I would need a Kenyan one too. I had read English Passport holders did not need one and at the time I was a dual passport holder as my parents were English. I think the travel agent thought I had a passport for every country and was a bit shocked to see with the two.
Luckily I had no issues just using my U.K passport on entry to Kenya, though I am not sure I would try it again nowadays and have not bothered renewing it.
Landing in Nairobi late at night, all alone was a bit of a culture shock after feeling pretty comfortable cruising around Asia for a couple of months. Luckily for me there were other backpacking travellers and we all shared a taxi to some accommodation. We just used to wing everything out of the lonely planet guide books. It was cold and there was no hot water in our budget accommodation, I thought Africa was going to be hot! The next day we found other other accommodation explored a bit of Kenyan Capital and booked multi day safari tour.
The next day we were onto another National Park
