The first time I took a matatu, it got in an accident. Just a minor bump, not even any damage. But still.
I don't carry a purse. I keep my money in my bra. It can be a little awkward when I go digging for it.
I met another western journalist staying at the hostel. She lives in Uganda. We're getting together tonight to pick each other's brains.
A co-founder of Kenya Breweries was killed by an elephant in 1923. The lager he helped create was named "Tusker" in his memory. And I believe I said something to this effect already, but Tusker is the best beer ever. Also, the other night I had some Amarula for old time's sake. Delicious.
Last but not least... BEAT L.A.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
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