letters from nairobi


24 hours in nairobi
November 14, 2011, 02:56
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It is 2 am. Jetlag, always an unwelcome guest, has made itself at home. Hello, insomnia.

During my first 24 hours in Nairobi, I:

Learned how to say “hello,” “please,” and “thank you” in Swahili. I also learned the word for “beer,” which is “beer.”

Ate a surprisingly delicious sushi dinner.

Unpacked my suitcases in an apartment that inexplicably reminds me of my grandfather’s house in mid-1980s suburban Illinois.

Walked my dog down Rhapta Road, leaving footprints beside paw prints in the red clay soil.

Passed weather-beaten flyers, taped to telephone polls, advertising the services of witch doctors and medicine men.

Figured out how to stream Netflix using a proxy server.

Bought a cluster of plantains, three tomatoes, three onions, two cloves of garlic, a bunch of tiny bananas, 1/2 lb of raspberry muesli, a carton of strawberries, a packet of Italian spinach, three limes, a hunk of locally-produced gouda, and a bunch of cilantro for KSh 1,100, or approximately $11.

Went through several gates wherein guards opened the hood and the trunk of the car to check for bombs.

Saw a cluster of men milling on the side of the road, hoping to sell small, fluffy puppies to wazungu (white foreigners).

Crawled into bed with sunburnt cheeks, looking forward to tomorrow.

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