| | It seems alot of what I do online is for other people, instead of myself. I keep forgetting to check things like country codes & currency exchange amounts instead of updating this & FB & emailing everyone. I need to send out a generic message to everyone instead.
My number is +254 0714131900 (still) if you want to international text me. I lost my phone, & got a mediocre black and white one. But it types in french, arabic, farsi and urdu! This trip is unintentionally planing my classes for the fall.
Al wrote this on my FB:
Jocelyn you haven't cleaned your room in over a week. P.S. I've been feeding your fish, he enjoys fish pellets, living underwater, and hiding behind a flat white rockOh Glory. He gets to see Elvis today. The King of Pop is dead. Long live the King!
The coast is much more humid than the desert. I will be thankful for a place to put my things.
-x- But hey, I've found myself with some free time, so here's what's happening. Climbed an inactive volcano Saturday, camped lakeside Saturday night. Woke up & drove down the beach to stalk the hoards of flamingos, bathed in the hotsprings with Maasai - their aboriginal people; I can't help but see the contrast between their aboriginal people and ours, and am becoming much more interested in the history of colonization. Then cycling through Hell's Gate was the absolute coolest. It's pretty much a big valley filled with animals - emu, ostrich, zebra, warthogs, water buffalo, & a couple giraffes. Just as Ty was the best at whale watching, I was the best for spotting animals. Sam brought me back a zebra skull from the bush & I was very tempted to ship it home somehow. It was 6 of us in a small car - 4 in the back uncomfortably shifting in each others' laps. Cops have roadblocks staggered on the highway all the time, and in the city at night. They'll stop for no reason. They stopped us on the third one because we were overweight - they thought he had an engine in his trunk. It was our fault too, cause we were without seatbelts & 4 people in the back. When we told him we'd picked up a hitchhiker (Sam, our host) he peeled the insurance off the front windshield & claimed he had no insurance. He wanted 1000 kenyan shillings a head - about 15$ Canadian. Lucky I met up with these guys, they've taught me how to budget my trip & bargaining has never been a quality of mine. They settled for 2000ksh total, but we had to leave Sam to take a matatu (a small bus or oversized van that often blares american hiphop & is the preferred mode of transportation), or they could stop us at the next one.
So that's the story about that. Not much happened yesterday, expect that I am Sam's favorite person in the world, so it was sad to leave him. I am at a cyber cafe above the busy street filled with bus depots below, waiting on my host I just got a hold of today. Above the hostility of people who want me to buy things from them. Because I'm mzungu - a white person, I am rich.
My Swahili is getting better. I have a feeling when I'm more on my own it will be better off.
Oh hiphop. This kind is the treacherous kind with Mariah Carey & heavy generic beats. I've heard ripoffs of almost everything. Right now I'm listening to a Rage ripoff. The best one so far was A Flock of Seagulls' Ran So Far Away, changed to "I run....these streets all night and day."
However, since I've started on my travels I've had only Canadian music stuck in my head - Stars, Buck 65, Geoff Berner, Propagandhi, Shout Out Out Out Out - K'Naan especially. I haven't been able to bring myself to pick up my headphones, I am trying to absorb everything around me. There is music everywhere - never without music. My bus ride was overnight, but they still had the crazy african radio on.
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