There is this road that connects Nyeri and Nanyuki. Thin and curvy and it scares the beats out if me because at every turn I am scared something might happen. To distract myself I turn to the lady next to me for conversation. Her name is Wendy Watta, a travel blogger whose Instagram (@wattaonthego) will give you the mother of all FOMOs. . . Then for a minute I turn and look outside the window and I see this. Thick cottons of clouds hanging low. Blue mountains at the back. An endless vastness of land that's begging not to be bothered. And a sky like the ones poets describe use to exaggerate their girlfriends' beauty. . . For a stretch of about 3 kilometres, there is this undisturbed nothingness running in the opposite direction. Sometimes the railway line, the old one that Indians gave us, rears its head, then disappears like all relics tend to do from time to time. . . An airstrip welcomes us to Nanyuki. But that's not the last stop. For the next couple of days I will be bringing you stories from the Lewa Conservancy. Maybe this time, we will get to know who named that place 'Lewa' and yet it's not even a bar. . . #LewaMassive #SafaricomMarathon #Travel #Wanderlust #LewaConservancy (at Naro Moru)