Premium class means a sear like in business class – a motorized seat that can go all flat, a little desk and storage, and a large screen with (Amazon) movies. I have never seen one of those that rotates the entire unit, so you can face the window or another passenger. Luxury. It terminates outside the city though, and the transfer is a far less luxurious train. Essentially, benches along the walls.

Nairobi is not at all like Mombasa. It’s choked with traffic and fumes and noise, packed with people so you have to walk on the street and cross dangerously. I walked for a while, then decided to take a matatu to Naivashi.

A matatu is a minivan packed with people and bags so tightly that nobody can move. That was a very uncomfortable two-hour ride! But Kenyans are very nice people and they let me move to a more spacious seat after seeing my discomfort. Surprisingly, unlike in West Africa, I am a head taller than most locals here. The final leg of today’s travel was on the back of a motorcycle.