Touch down in Nairobi with the most spectacular landing I've ever experienced! Wheels touched the Tarmac and the thrusters were slammed into reverse. The force slides you forward in your seat until you come to an abrupt stop. Welcome to Kenya!

The airport is basic and the architecture isn't very inspiring. Concrete everything seems the material of choice. But it's just what I was expecting. A short queue to go through passport control and customs seems to be that you just hand a bit of paper in saying what's in or not in your bag.

The plane was hot, the airport was hot so we're all hoping for air con coaches as its a 3-4 hr transfer to the hotel. Our guide leads us out to a surprisingly cool and small airport car park where we see 3 x 25 seater buses, that look like there are from the 1970's! A guy hops up on the roof, and our luggage is wedged onto the roof. Covered with tarp and tied down with rope, I hope it's all still there when we get to the hotel! The air conditioning is opening a huge window which you can loose stuff out of if you're not careful!

Once you're out of the airport grounds, the culture shock begins. It's Africa, I was expecting slums, I just wasn't expecting so many. For miles and miles it's earth piled up at the side of the road, with little shacks amongst waste land and debris, people selling a hand full of apples at the side of the road, and hardly any buildings have doors or windows, just holes.

Roads become building sites, then back to roads, and you can't help but feel privileged because you can afford a nice safe home. And still the shacks go on. Thin cows roaming dirt tracks, people trying to make money at the side of a busy road. Anyone that says charity should stay in the UK, needs to come here and see how people live. Maybe they would think again.

As the miles clock up, the dirt, mud plots with shacks turn into lush Greenland. The shacks have doors and windows now and the mountain ranges are coming into sight.