orientation is being held on the outskirts (I think) of nairobi. we’re at a facility (the mary ward center) run by nuns, who are very nice, quiet and excellent cooks. there is religious iconography everywhere and the “good times” bible was sitting on the desk in my room. I’m not sure who named the “good times” bible but I question whether or not they’ve actually read the bible. as I recall, not such good times.
Monday, August 31, 2009
"good times."
twelve hours.
getting to nairobi was a journey. boston to london, twelve hours in london, london to nairobi. from boston to london I sat next to a chill guy from australia. he’d just completed a regatta in nova scotia and accused me of giving him poisoned gum. he was on his way to visit family in the UK and sportingly explored london with me for a few hours. thanks sean.
airport mosquitoes.
a mosquito landed on me in the nairobi airport. that mosquito elicited a what-the-hell-am-I-doing-in-africa response in my brain. alaskan mosquitoes are annoying as hell but they don’t make you sick. then I realized neither do the mosquitoes in nairobi. I still beat that sucker to a pulp. and irrationally feared I’d already contracted malaria.