In transit

Two and a half novels, 14 sudoku puzzles, 5 crosswords, one really bad Michael Douglas movie and 34.5 hours ago I left Seattle and I'm still in transit.  I've made it as far as the Nairobi Airport and should be meeting up with Megan in the next few hours after which we'll catch our flight to Mombasa.  We'll stay there overnight with the director of the EAC and then travel to Takaungu (and our hut) tomorrow.

 

The guy in front of me to board the plane from Zurich to Nairobi was just returning from the International AIDS Conference - easy to tell as he was sporting the obligatory free conference bag - and I asked him how he found it.  (Answer: depressing, too much talk, not enough action, not enough money.)  His name was Adolf which surprised me because (1) Kenya has lots of British influence but I never figured that Germany had a hand in and (2) he was middle aged and didn't that name go out of favor about 60 years ago? 

 

All I can say so far about Kenya is that the country looks brown from the airplane window. The flat earth is occasionally broken by small hills that look as if they could be read as braille if your finger was large enough.