EFI or OSB

Lying in my tent listening to the rain drops. I have had a fitful sleep, dreaming about a town and murders- people say the dreams are due to the antimalarials however I haven't heard that as a side effect of my ones. The rain lasts long enough that I think I should get up and put the rain canopy over the skylight section. I pop my head out and see numerous other people about, covering up their abodes. We have made it to Isiolo. Although having said that, today was an impromptu bus day, dictated to us by the local authorities for safety reasons. Apparently there has been fighting between local tribes and therefore the police did not want us cycling between Laisamis and Isiolo. There is a bit of a joke at the moment about the number of days we have spent on a bus compared to cycling- due to safety issues, political unrest, the Omo Valley trip and now tribal issues. There is an award called 'EFI', granted to those who cycling 'Every F...ing Inch', however some riders dispute the correctness of the term when we have been on buses. Hence renaming it the 'OSB', or 'Only Six Buses'. As bus days go, today was one of the more comfortable and pleasant. For a start we left at 8am, so had a lie in. Next the quality of the bus was a vast improvement on some of the previous affairs. This was a large yellow coach. Surplus seats, windows that opened, fabric that your thighs didn't adhere to, smooth roads. Only 184km. Having said this, I did get pretty hot and Therefore v sleepy and nauseous on the trip. I managed to sleep on the seat next to me. I felt very safe with the young militia man across from me, rifle balanced on his knee and Facebook messenger open on his Samsung. They are escorting us for the journey. We also had a mechanic sitting at the front. Harriet introduced him as - 'This is our bus mechanic, he will be travelling with us, he came with the bus- so if there are any problems talk to him.?!' Maybe bus breakdowns are so frequent they provide mechanics too! We arrived at Isiolo before 12, pulled off the road to hotel and campsite with grass. Yes, grass. Green and thick and springy. It amazing how just the sight of something green is instantly reviving. We all sat under a tree on the grass while the bags and bikes were unloaded. We scrambled for a place in the shade to pitch our tents. Tomorrow is a Scavenger Hunt and Crossdress party, to celebrate crossing the Equator (which we do the day after). We spent a lazy afternoon working on our poem for the scavenger hunt, and designing a tool from recycled materials. Alistair has been feeling worse for wear and spend the day asleep, punctuated by trips to the bathroom. We did venture out to town briefly. Namely to go to the shops for phone credit, costumes and food. My flip flop broke this morning. I managed a repair job with safety pins and electrical tape, but located a spare pair in the market for $2.50. Jenna wanted to ride on a motorbike, we fitted three people on (including driver), I think I should be doing Africa on a motorbike, alot easier! Tomorrow we ride as the Party Bus, scavenger hunting our way to Nanyuki. It is only 72km, although the first 40km includes a 1500m climb. It is so wind dependent that I never take anything for granted!