There is no garbage collection in Nairobi (or anywhere else, I suspect). All must be burned, thus creating a constant smell of smoke everywhere—some times worse than other times.
Evidently, an independent international agency took samples of eggs from all over Nairobi and found them all “unfit for human consumption.” I’ve had eggs for breakfast every day…
Every decent home, every apartment structure, every office complex, pretty much every building in Nairobi has 24-hour guard. Like South America, fences (often with barbed wire) and bars on windows are the norm. I was told that there’s a joke that’s maybe more truth than not, that one-third of the city guards another third of the city from the other third of the city.
Q: How can you tell a Kenyan from an American? A: The Kenyan is much better dressed. It’s so true. Everyone, even the very poor, always try to dress well. Men along the side of the road are always in slacks and a collared shirt, generally with dress shoes (old though they may be), and often a tie. Women wear nice dresses, often matching outfits everywhere, even while selling vegetables on the street corners. This may be from the British influence, but it seems that Kenyans want to look their best in public. I wish Americans had similar inclinations.
Most Kenyans are afraid of dogs.
Personal status after 3 full days: Upset stomachs=0. Mosquito bites=3. Volleyball games= 6 wins, 6 losses. Excellent meals=8.
Today we travel up to the conference location and the event for which I came begins.
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