My
daughter Val and I arrived in Kenya May 6, Monday night, got our Visas, got our
luggage and cleared customs without a hitch. Our ride was even there to meet
us. I had been so worried that one of those steps would fall through and we
wouldn’t be able to leave the airport. I pictured myself being Tom Hanks in the
movie “Terminal”. I don't know why I worry about everything so much.
Kenya
is just so different from the US; it is impossible to explain it to someone who
has never been here. Pictures can't explain it, and surely my words can't
either.
The
first thing we noticed as soon as we walked out of the airport was the smell.
Driving to our volunteer house, so many odors bombarded us through the open van
windows. Diesel exhaust, decaying something or other, smoked meat, and body
odor, but not “normal” body odor, more the smell of someone sweating who has
been eating something strange.
And
the traffic. I don't know if there is any place in the world with traffic like
Nairobi's. Everyplace is a passing lane and there are no speed limits. The
roads have improved a lot since I was here last, the potholes are greatly
diminished. But in their place are massive speed bumps. I mean, massive. A
small car would barely clear them, and our rear fender hit bottom quite often going
over them.
I should have gotten a picture of the passing truck we met right on a curve. It was centimeters from us. |
By
the time we drove through Nairobi after nine Monday night, most of the shops
lining the streets were closed. Still there were people everywhere, walking
home most likely, if they had homes.
The
driveway up to our compound was typical for East Africa. One deep rut after
another, boulders in the middle of the road and only a foot to maneuver on each
side.
Yes, this really is our driveway. |
The
guest house where we stayed was quite nice. Val and I had a room to ourselves.
It was small, with a bunk bed and nothing else. A small bathroom was attached,
but the plumbing hadn’t been hooked up. It did at least give us extra space.
Can you guess which bed is mine? |
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