
It has been 8 years since I have been in Africa and I have finally returned. I wondered what I would recognize about it, having loved it so much but been away for so long. Oddly enough it was the smell that I recognized the most. The combined smell of burning garbage and wood being pre-burned to be sold for cooking charcoal. I've lived many other places where garbage is burned on the streets and I am learning that each place's burning garbage has a particular smell. So in some odd way, we are what we throw out, our garbage identifies us, just ask an archaeologist...
Nairobi is a sprawling city high up in the hills, though it has been only a few days I find myself feeling a bit isolated going from hotel to (outrageously expensive taxi) to office back to taxi then to hotel. I've been out once or twice other than this but don't feel like I am really getting a feel for the city yet, not to mention I have been warned severely about security issues (robbery, theft, carjacking) so I haven't made strong efforts to get out yet until I get a better lay of the land. However, these are the words I would use to describe Nairobi thus far: power cuts, water cuts, traffic, cheerful people, slowness, traffic, inefficiency (what is efficiency anyhow?), traffic, smiling people, chilly, mosquito free, gridlock traffic, thin air, and oh, did I mention the traffic?
It is odd and like riding a bicycle as some told me it might be but I do remember how to speak/understand Swahili better than I thought. Though I am not speaking it, I really enjoy knowing what people are saying about me :) I think I will do a little more study before I really get out there and speak it again.
So, having not been out much yet, this is all you get. A photo from my hotel room window. It will get more interesting. I have some trips to the field planned already so there will be more to come :)

2 comments:
I have been introduced to your blog by my mum-in-law who is a friend of your Mum's. I am delighted to 'meet' you and will be eagerly following you on your journeys.
In stark contrast to where you are; my husband and I live a quiet and blessed life in the central interior of British Columbia.
In my late teens I devoured the novels of Margaret Laurence. One of her characters was the local garbage man ... his mantra was "By their ---- garbage shall ye know them! " I have never forgotten that and was fascinated to read that you have found this to be true the world over.
Stay safe and thank you so much for sharing your journey; the garbage and the beauty! Consider me one more soul who is with you in spirit.
Hehe, I want to know what they are saying about you :p!!!
Thanks for the blog updates:)
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