On the way back from Nairobi, Lisa and I were driving up a hill on the "highway" when I suddenly put my right foot down and it felt like it was going nowhere. No, thank goodness it wasn't the brake, but the accelerator pedal was completely disconnected. I pulled over to the side of the road and thought to myself, "Great, the kids are going to come home from school and won't be able to find their parents."„
Unfortunately, car problems are part of everyday life here. The roads and traffic lead to much higher wear and tear than we're used to in the West, and my car is almost 25 years old.
But people are used to it, so there is understanding for traffic-related delays, and everyone pitches in when something goes wrong, as you can see in the featured image.
What had happened was that this small piece had broken off the gas throttle cable.
As always, I had my reliable Leatherman with me, and one of the men looked for a piece of wire while another helped me to improvise a little.
Yes, I know the mechanics among you are wondering if I'm crazy, but we had no choice. We made it all the way to the mechanic in Kijabe, and after a week a proper throttle cable was delivered and installed.
And off we go! Brumbrumbrum!
