This respite hotel, respite from some 40+ hours of flying in a tuna can across half the planet, is smack dab in the middle of what may one day may be hotel row in Nairobi, but what is now a series of a few new hotels, all in the old style of old England one supposes, a few just now being built and a pasture next door for some grazing cattle. The people are beautiful, formal (men in suits and ties, even the guard at the very simple gate of the hotel) women always in dresses. As an American abroad, in tee shirt and jeans, one feels a little out of place, in Saturday morning clean yard attire at a wedding...
It is night now, with day just breaking back home. Tomorrow to Kisumu, then home to Kabula, to friends not seen for 4 years, to a new adventure.
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