Heading to Ol Pejeta Conservancy

Psalm 106:3 Happy are those who act with justice and always do what is right.

Kenyan highways range from excellent 4-lane roads to dirt roads that haven't been scraped in a long while. The worst road was the highway leading into Nairobi which dead ends as you approach from the south. Suddenly the expressway reverts to a narrow two-lane road hemmed in on one side by the Nairobi National Park and on the other side by private homes whose owners refused to sell or have their property taken by eminent domain (if such a thing is possible under Kenyan law.) The traffic immediately comes to a halt and grinds its way towards the airport. Of course, traffic jams are not uncommon in the capital city during rush hour.

Each town or village we pass through on this trip has market stalls on both sides of the roadway. Over there are vegetables like potatoes, in the next place, citrus fruits are in season at a different elevation. You can also buy plastic pails and buckets and other useful items for sale everywhere. I suppose if you travel the same route frequently, you know when to expect x, y, or z to come into season. Farm equipment tends to be sold or serviced in the larger population centers.

Sometimes, there are established crossovers on the roads. Most of the time, however, vehicle drivers - and men or boys herding cattle, goats, and sheep, just take their chances as the traffic goes around them. Lorry (truck) drivers and motorcyclists - carrying paying passengers on short trips - also push across the road to a point where they will stop and make their purchases. 

I know Kenyans in the countryside haggle before settling on a price. We only stopped at one grocery store - to buy candy bars and other small items. Although I used to haggle when I lived in Iran as a Peace Corps Volunteer, I have long since gotten out of practice.  Most of the souvenirs I bought in shops at fixed prices although, with Vicki's help, I did haggle with the Masai village women.