Denis Gathanju visits Old Trafford
MANCHESTER, ENGLAND
I have always dreamt of making the pilgrimage north. For those who know me, I am not overtly religious and when I talk of pilgrimage, it is not a religious one. For me, it was a different kind of pilgrimage that most people I know would dream of making.
As I packed my bags in Nairobi, I could hear my heart pound in my chest at the sheer thought of it. Boy, I was excited, but being the one I am, I always try to be cool and not show my excitement. From here, things started happening; for me, they happened so quickly, I did not have enough time to sit down and absorb everything. Within hours of flying out of Nairobi on Thursday night, I arrived in Amsterdam on Friday morning.
From Amsterdam, I fly into the English countryside city of Norwich and we drive south into the town of Colchester. Even though I had spent more than 10 hours on a plane from Nairobi to Norwich, I was alert and I could not get some sleep until after mid-night.
What lingered in my mind was the pilgrimage further north from Colchester. Saturday morning, I was up early. We agreed to skip our breakfast and drive north instead as we could have our breakfast on the road.