18/01/2026
Saturday the 17th Day was like a slow exhale.
The morning began gently, with errands that carried me from place to place until noon, nothing rushed, just the steady rhythm of a day unfolding. By lunchtime, hunger nudged me back home, where I ate, freshened up, and got ready for what the day was quietly saving for later.
After lunch, I headed to Eastlands to pick up a dear friend. There was that familiar spark of anticipation when plans finally start moving. We mounted the Carrera ADV, the engine humming with promise, and rolled out onto the Outering Road. The city passed by in layers noise thinning, thoughts loosening until we joined Thika Road at Allsops. From there, a smooth turn at Muthaiga guided us onto Kiambu Road, and suddenly the journey felt less like travel and more like therapy.
Our first stop was Karura Forest.
The moment we stepped in, the air changed. Cooler. Kinder. The forest wrapped around us with tall trees, quiet paths, and the soft music of flowing water. We walked slowly, letting the river lead us, until the Karura Waterfall revealed itself steady, powerful, calming. We talked about everything and nothing. We smiled. We laughed. Time forgot to chase us.
After a few photos, little attempts to freeze the feeling, we hopped back onto the bike and continued along Kiambu Road, heading toward Limuru. The ride was smooth, almost meditative. We passed through Kiambu town, clean and orderly, a place that feels like it takes pride in breathing well.
Soon enough, we reached Karirana.
And wow.
The views opened up like a secret. Rolling landscapes stretched into the distance, painted with coffee and tea plantations that seemed endless. The breeze was impossibly cool, the kind that makes you close your eyes for a second just to feel it properly. Of course, we stopped. Of course, we took photos and videos. Some moments demand proof, even when you know the real memory will live somewhere deeper.
The day wasnβt done yet...