safari rally manenos

Listen, let me tell you something! I was out here in Naivasha, minding my business, trying to breathe in more dust than actual oxygen—because apparently, at the Safari Rally, if you aren’t inhaling 15% gravel, you aren’t truly living!

I’m standing there, my hair is starting to look like a bird’s nest made of red soil, and the noise? Child, these engines are screaming louder than me when I see a sale at the department store. You got these men everywhere, dressed in official rally gear like they’re about to be subbed in by Toyota Gazoo Racing, screaming “FLAT OUT! KIPCHOGE SPEED!” like they actually know what a pace note...