You could smell the nyama choma long before you saw it. It was our first night in Tsavo, and the itinerary said we were heading out to a bush dinner. So down the stretch, past the rock-paved swimming pool, through a dark stretch to a grassy patch. Now wasn't the time for anyone to start recounting that old story of the man-eating lions of the Tsavo, and luckily, no one did.
There's a castle in Nyahururu that look likes it has been transplanted through time and place. It's a rather imposing reminder that a night on Electric Avenue is not a proper break, and neither is goat meat at Kamaki's.