My experience at 3 in the morning around Mombasa was less pleasant we had 7 folks with machetes and machine guns in the company holiday home.
I bribed them to leave and once they did I headed off I headed off to find the police. The crooks appeared & opened fire but missed the car & I crashed the compound gates to get the fuzz.
The scarier part was 6 policemen loading their weapons and we headed back to the house in my Peugeot flat pack 504 estate car. A 303 Enfield next to your ear as it is loaded on the move is odd.
End result was a sad list of stolen things like Janices' sewing kit my trainers , the kids toys. All the good stuff was upstairs protected by ta jail door.
Clinton was busy invading Blackhawks in Ethiopa at the time & the locals blamed it on that.
A few months later a good friend got shot in Nairobi & we left.
I still miss the people and the country but it wasn't a family posting. In Nairobi I could go to the game park for lunch from the factory. I also drove an Enfield Bullet to work.
Richard I know what you mean about potholes
