The weekend was rather nice. It started raining on Friday and didn’t stop until Saturday morning. It was glorious. Once the rain stopped, Simon and I decided to head in to Nairobi as he had a package waiting for him at the post office. Little did we know that there were three post offices all located in different corners of the city. What’s worse is that after we finally located the right post office, we found out that “yes, we are open, but that department is only open during the week.” So much for that little excursion.
We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the streets and doing some small market window shopping. I was looking for vintage hats. The only one I found was a Hartford Whalers hat that had the names of two people stitched on the side. Had the names been different or not there I would have bought it in a heartbeat as probably very few of you know, that team doesn’t exist anymore.
Lunch was at an emptied out jazz club that doesn’t really play jazz music, but the food made up for it. I had a cheeseburger and fries for the first time in as long as I can remember. After lunch, we made our way back to the matatu station (matatus are 15 passenger vans that resemble the trottros of Ghana). On the way we stopped at the library of all places only to find out that their collection is as old as time and didn’t have anything that wasn’t outdated by about 20 years. It would be a great resource if one were writing a report contrasting styles of thought at various points in time…aka not for us. I was also greeted by a woman wearing an Ethiopian track once we got back on the road. I didn’t pay too much attention to it until I realized that there was an entire team of women wearing track suits. We think that they were a volleyball team hear for some tournament and we are both kicking ourselves for not turning around and running after them once we realized it.
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