Ready to come home 

As we get ready to leave I have a few random observations about Nairobi. 

As a general rule, the showers are awful. Hot water pretends to be available but the large drops of cold water that fall with it make sure you can’t actually get warm. Or wash your hair. (Shower at Sally’s place to the rescue!)

Nairobi’s notorious red dirt is detrimental to clothing and shoes and pretty much everything else. Despite this, floor mats / door mats / helpful mats of any kind have not caught on here. There’s nowhere to wipe the mud off your feet. As a result we leave red footprints everywhere we go and the floors are constantly swept and mopped. And I really do mean constantly. It’s some folks full time employment. 

There is a distinct lack of skilled tiling in bathrooms. The shower doesn’t ever drain to the drain. It drains to wherever like a little river meandering all over the bathroom floor. Mixed with the red mud it is a bit of a sight. 

The wealthy here are very wealthy. Bizarrely so. We went with Sally to collect one of her own kids from a play date. The Kenyan family recently built and moved into their home: Multi story marble, glass, manicured gardens, pool, etc. Think totally over the top hotel. (Not in a good way.) Ostentatious to say the least.

Monkeys playing on the roof are very very noisy. Impossible to sleep through in the early hours of the morning. 

There are no possums in Africa. (You can ask Lindi about that one). There are however massive slugs and the biggest snails we’ve ever seen. (There was also a little snake on our balcony which we managed to hide from Lindi. Jake will probably show her the video now that they’re home.)

The driving here is nuts. I’ve gone on and on about this before and we are sort of used to it now but you do see some amazing things. Today a mzungu (white) lady had driven her car into a ditch and a bunch of guys were pushing and pulling to get the car out. She was still sitting behind the wheel. Nobody seemed to care – just drove around the spectacle. 
There’s not much that can’t be bought through your car window in a traffic jam. From bananas to flotation devices, electronic gadgets, hats and scrabble, it’s all on offer from the little guys who walk the highway. 
I swear half this country is employed in ‘security’ which means someone has given them a uniform along with permission to sit and play on their phone all day. It’s astonishing. 
We love it. 

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