The road made by the. Devil himself

Had an early start from Isiolo to Marsabit, 140 km of absolute wonderful tar road, brand new, with unbelievable scenery, buck crisscrossing the road all the way, strange looking mushrooms, sprouting up all along the roadside, and spectacular mountains. We knew all along from others that this would come to an abrupt end, and boy did it!!!!! The road after 140 km was somthing to experience, and we lost a tyre on the trailer on this bit, but managed into "Henry the Swiss" camp at Marsabit,, a barren red sandy retreat without a blade of grass in sight, but with a "lappa" shelter, good commeraderie and a lovely potjie for dinner.
A troop of about 40 baboons were in and around the camp from late afternoon providing catapult practice for the team, obviously aware of the possible bounty to be left behind.
The next day to Moyali started, wind pumping and with much anxiety, the pillion riders decided that they had done their "ma se bit" the previous day and to rather  ride in the vehicles. The nightmare began when Rudi had the first puncture within the first couple of kilos. The landscape was a wasteland of volcanic rocks everywhere, and not much of a road across it. The team reached a town called Torpi in the desert, without too much incident, had an ice cold beer with Ambrose at a shop in town, when all were accounted for we proceeded on to Moyale. Within 5 kilos Doug's sub frame broke, and we spent 1.5 hrs waiting for the back up vehicles to arrive with the "Blou draad". After another 5 kilos Roger had a puncture, and three punctures later finally completed the 270 km road, a trip involving plenty of lonely hours isolated on this road waiting for the vehicles to arrive, because in the process Roger's sub frame had also snapped, and all the spares, previously on the bike were then in the vehicles. In the meantime, Mike had taken a photo of a camel herd without permission, rocks were thrown at the vehicles and knives pulled out until a fee was paid and a bottle of water given. This all  resulted in a struggle to get to Moyale late that evening.
 We spent the night at Kenya Wildlife Camp Site exhausted but relieved.