Ode to Matatu

The Toyota Matatu might be the finest vehicle ever made.
If you ride a Matatu first let me explain the concept of personal space. You have none. Be prepared for the stranger sitting next to you to climb onto your lap if an additional person needs to enter the vehicle.
Please don't touch the space between the driver and the row of seats behind him. It will melt your flesh off. Caution.
Even though there are 22 passengers crammed into an 11 passenger vehicle, and the hot African sun is beating down on you, don't open the window. Someone will reach in and steal whatever is in your hand. They don't care if its an orange, they were hoping it was your phone.
Try not to lean on the door. It may fall off. It will probably fall off.

With those warnings in mind, the Toyota Matatu is the finest vehicle I've ever ridden in.

It is an hour and a half drive to get from Nakuruu (the nearest big city) to get to my village Gwakiongo. In order to do this trek you must drive up a very steep unpaved muddy hill dodging rouge sheep and cows. Each time, I'm convinced that the Matatu will get stuck in a pothole that is big enough for small children to use as a wading pool, and they do. Or it will capsize when the Matatu offroads into someones front yard. I've done this journey almost four time now and each time I am amazed at what this car can do. I want one.