North of Marsabit in the Chalbi Desert, on the “main road” to Ethiopia, September 2000.
The alternator bearings had had enough of rock and dust. Luckily, I was carrying a spare. The spare shat itself about 200km further on when it rained for the first time in about 80 years and the “road” turned into a raging torrent of liquid rock and dust which flowed through the engine bay as we waded our way up to higher ground.
We made into Moyale and through the border on the juice the auxiliary batteries could conjure up. How we fixed the alternator is a long story but a good one, one that cemented my faith in Koyo Bearings, Italians, colonialism and the goodwill of Ethiopian peasants.
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