Well, that was fun.
Manon and I spent Sunday basking in glorious sunshine next to a frigid blue pool. Then we packed up and things got interesting. The lodge manager called a matatu to come take us to Nairobi. The matatu was on it's way.. then broke down. So a taxi took us to Gil Gil, 10 minutes away, where we got out and were promptly engulfed by 20 loud, obnoxious men, telling us to get in their kangurus (shuttles). We found one taking a direct route, and the guy behind Manon proceeded to tell her why she needed an a Kenyan boyfriend as well as the one she already has, while the guy behind me handed me his card and said, "Give me your e.mail address!!!" Kenyan men really know how to woo a woman, let me tell ya. They proceeded to talk EXTREMELY LOUDLY about the Al-Shabab goings-on in Nairobi, while the driver, who looked about 90 years old, proceeded to drive so slowly, it took us twice the time it should've to get to Nairobi. I wanted to nudge him just to make sure he wasn't asleep, which is strange, since the normal impulse I have towards Kenyan drivers is to beg them to please, please, please slow down before we all die.
We finally got to Nairobi and found the dear white faces of Lauren, who I interned with in 2008, and her hubby Daniel. They took us out for amazing Ethiopian food, and then to the airport. Just before boarding, the rest of our class showed up, accompanied by two Kenyan government officials. Long story short: they were in Nairobi, Texan guy in the class took a photo of something that wasn't supposed to be photographed, and an hour later they were all arrested and escorted to the prison on suspicion of terrorism. Somehow, they convinced the guards they were innocent students who had to catch a plane in an hour, so the officials came with just to make sure they were leaving the country. Good thing our professor wasn't around to witness that ordeal.
The flight home was turbulent, and all the modes of transportation after that felt cold, boring, and endless. Sheffield is grey and lonely, but I'm thankful for my own space, and not living out of a suitcase for the first time in over a month.
And now, because I can upload whatever I want to in mere minutes.... a video. And because everyone needs some baby laughter in their day.
Pictures to come.. love to you all.
Manon and I spent Sunday basking in glorious sunshine next to a frigid blue pool. Then we packed up and things got interesting. The lodge manager called a matatu to come take us to Nairobi. The matatu was on it's way.. then broke down. So a taxi took us to Gil Gil, 10 minutes away, where we got out and were promptly engulfed by 20 loud, obnoxious men, telling us to get in their kangurus (shuttles). We found one taking a direct route, and the guy behind Manon proceeded to tell her why she needed an a Kenyan boyfriend as well as the one she already has, while the guy behind me handed me his card and said, "Give me your e.mail address!!!" Kenyan men really know how to woo a woman, let me tell ya. They proceeded to talk EXTREMELY LOUDLY about the Al-Shabab goings-on in Nairobi, while the driver, who looked about 90 years old, proceeded to drive so slowly, it took us twice the time it should've to get to Nairobi. I wanted to nudge him just to make sure he wasn't asleep, which is strange, since the normal impulse I have towards Kenyan drivers is to beg them to please, please, please slow down before we all die.
We finally got to Nairobi and found the dear white faces of Lauren, who I interned with in 2008, and her hubby Daniel. They took us out for amazing Ethiopian food, and then to the airport. Just before boarding, the rest of our class showed up, accompanied by two Kenyan government officials. Long story short: they were in Nairobi, Texan guy in the class took a photo of something that wasn't supposed to be photographed, and an hour later they were all arrested and escorted to the prison on suspicion of terrorism. Somehow, they convinced the guards they were innocent students who had to catch a plane in an hour, so the officials came with just to make sure they were leaving the country. Good thing our professor wasn't around to witness that ordeal.
The flight home was turbulent, and all the modes of transportation after that felt cold, boring, and endless. Sheffield is grey and lonely, but I'm thankful for my own space, and not living out of a suitcase for the first time in over a month.
And now, because I can upload whatever I want to in mere minutes.... a video. And because everyone needs some baby laughter in their day.
Pictures to come.. love to you all.
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