Summary
First- and secondclass passengers (the tourists) were issued with lamps, as the electricity fails consistently, and we were served a three -course dinner in the dining carriage, where the plain boiled meat, followed by sponge and custard, could have stepped right off the menu at a Victorian boarding school. On the return journey, I shared a cabin with a German earner awoman who had travelled the length and breadth of Africa with her journalist husband for the best part of the decade, covering war, famine and civil conflict for a German news channel.
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Take the Slow Train
Getting local advice is a fairly infallible rule of thumb when you find yourself on foreign soil, but I refused to be drawn in Nairobi. The bus might well be the quickest way to get from the dusty, landlocked capital to the tropical coastline around Mombasa, as my driver, my driver's friend and my dr...
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