I decided today that the enormous skies here in Africa will be one of the things I miss when I go back to the US. When I emerge from out of the low place in the road, onto the top of a hill and I can see for miles all around, it is a wonderful feeling. And from the back of a piki-piki, my driver with no helmet and no glasses but his down coat tightly zipped up, and me with hat and sunglasses but gloriously bare arms, I feel I could ride to the horizon.
Our part of Africa seems to have been crumpled at some point. When we travel to Migori, the county seat, about one hour away, we have to go up and down about 7 or 8 times. The hills are not especially high, and not terribly steep, but they just keep coming! The road is the worst at the low spots, and sometimes there is a bridge, or at least some concrete over a culvert, but the concrete often has huge holes, and the roads on either side of the crossing are extremely uneven and rocky. The way is sometimes slippery, sometimes uneven enough to almost tip the car over, and you definitely want to sit in the front if you are at all prone to motion sickness.
I would love to know more of the geology–we are not far from the southern part of the Rift Valley, where parts of East Africa are moving away from each other. For now, I will appreciate being on top of the world, when I am, and try not to get bogged down in the low spots.